Strange Nights
Assalamualaikum
It might be the pictures of you she showed to the world,
And it might be the useless regret I still could bear in this chest.
Or it might be,
The truth about us I'd been trying to hide.
I could feel you so close to me.
We talked non-stop about everything and anything.
I felt so comfortable around you,
Yellow and orange painted the canvas,
Our names were written on it.
I found it to be strange,
But it was you and me, in my dream.
I found it to be strange,
But it was just a dream.
It might be the pictures of you she showed to the world,
And it might be the useless regret I still could bear in this chest.
Or it might be,
The truth about us I'd been trying to hide.
I could feel you so close to me.
We talked non-stop about everything and anything.
I felt so comfortable around you,
Yellow and orange painted the canvas,
Our names were written on it.
I found it to be strange,
But it was you and me, in my dream.
I found it to be strange,
But it was just a dream.
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