I can't imagine a moment without you in my life
Because you're more important than a true friend
Who can sweeten the bad dreams.
When I'm scared, when tears flow
like a river over my thoughts
Choices are neither good nor bad when you make them,
They are after the time has passed, too late or perfect.
Whether you're silver, red, or gold
your stories are more beautiful than the truth
There's an expression that says:
“To be in the moon”, it means to dream.
I love being with you in my dreams
There's no noise; soothing
The lights are soft and enchanting
People as I would like them to be
And I love loving beside you.
But when you're away
Everything becomes grey and tasteless
But I look forward to your return
In my heart with so much love.
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Tony Herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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