๐“จ๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“ถ๐”‚ ๐““๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ถ๐“ผ

Iโ€™ve crossed paths with you in my dreams before I met you.
Iโ€™ve imagined you in my brain.

What I know now isnโ€™t the same as I envisioned.
Youโ€™re not the love my mind requested for my heart.
Instead, youโ€™re a reflection of pain.

I wish I didnโ€™t look forward to love in a meadow.
Then I wouldnโ€™t be so disappointed when I got a battlefield.
Flowers arenโ€™t even close to guns.
I was never a fan of guns and roses.

Why canโ€™t I go back to when it was just a dream?
The reality of you me costs too much.
The dream was free.

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