Yet Another Dream
I wake up from yet another dream;
He seems to be a theme.
Can’t get him outta my head,
But it’s not something I dread.
He’s everything I wish I could be;
Yet he’s just like me, to a degree.
He can manipulate my every being,
Without me even disagreeing.
His eyes are gorgeous green.
His body so lean.
He catches me when I fall;
I have found no better man that I can recall.
He’s my rock in troubled times,
That is why this even rhymes.
Without him I am no longer whole,
Without him I’ll lose control.
Because of him I am stronger,
Because of him my life will go on longer.
Because of him I have a goal,
For to him I must trust my soul.
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