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Perfectly Incorrect

Poetry By: katrina soroya
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One persons pain is another’s happiness.


Submitted:Jan 2, 2009    Reads: 79    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


Cold and alone,
I cry myself to sleep,
And in my sleep I dream,
Dreams of you,
Fantasies that you miss me too,
Fiction that you love me too,
Imaginings that I mean everything to you,
Ideas that I could be apart of you,
But hot and crowded,
I wake to tear stained cheeks,
And in my life I think,
Thoughts of you,
Plans of our house,
Pictures of our future,
Sounds of our music,
Surroundings of our life,
And in my dreams,
And in my thoughts,
I see you're pain, but not my own,
Because only in my mind,
Could things ever be this perfect,
Perfectly incorrect.




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