Our Dream

our love isadequate
but it is snared by our flesh
and blood-coz were bind,
we didnt force our selves
to do wrong
and ruin the gripped upon our root
but it turns right
our dream
to be in each others arms,
and do what ever we wanted to do
like your honest promises
the swee kisses
and the embrace of ypur soft arms
if only we can live in our own dream
ill be sleeping
every second of my breath!

by michae juztine

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