Oh, how I wish I were a poet
So I could say to you
(in words that would have meaning)
that my heart cries every time
I walk away from you.
And how I long to hear you tell me
(as mr. Rochester to Jane)
that our heartstrings are tied together for good.
One day I'm scared to wake up from this dream
But a dream this good is better than none at all for me
So I kiss you goodnight
And hope to God you'll be back soon
I walk away and hide my tears
I'll grace my pillow with their dew
And my ink will stain these pages
as songs run through my head
I'll send my prayers to the heavens
And lay myself to bed.
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