dream that was

‎lovelorn behind the facade I've slowly plot. ‎for the sake of my being and my independence. ‎i am me but who am i without the version of myself fond valentine? ‎I'd cry my own if that is leaving me long-term. ‎for i know I'll still run my eyes over anyone i dear, conviction to one's own once-over without a doubt. ‎once the linger stop I'll look behind my back just a linger to tell my own i did saw the glint behind your eyes. ‎realization will hit nonetheless it was just me, it was me all along, it was always me behind my own hope.