‘Cos dreams are full of
long lost friends
and good days come to
weary ends.
And while I may have danced
and thrown my head back in delight,
it wasn’t me you loved
that night.
this is the home of The Beachcomber.
these are the ramblings of a confuséd individual.
that some might call poetry.
that some might call Benjamin.
these are the ramblings of a confuséd individual.
that some might call poetry.
that some might call Benjamin.
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i love this… but sometimes the dream ends up way better than the reality anyway……..
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