sometimes a dream,
and sometimes you become an illusion.
who are you?
sometimes I find you deep within me,
sometimes you are around me,
and sometimes you are lost.
where are you?
sometimes I find you touching my heart,
sometimes holding my hand,
and sometimes you are nowhere to be seen.
what are you?
sometimes I find my heart speaking to you,
sometimes my ears listen to you,
and sometimes I crave for your voice.
how are you?
sometimes I find you to be a part of me,
but I always want to be a part of you,
sometimes I find it a fact
and sometimes fake.
who am I to you?
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