Mystery man

by Kayla   Sep 18, 2005


A mystery,
that has no name,
and in my dreams
seem very tame.

I dream about you,
every night,
and every time I do
you guide me to the light.

You're a mystery
with secrets to hide
and that night I didn't dream of you
I almost cried.

I thought about
how it would be
if I was there with you
and you were here with me.

Another mystery
to come undone,
and next time I dream......
I promise not to run!

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