I don't always dream,
To be fair.

To be fair,
I don't always dream,
But when I do. . .

Well, I don't always dream,
To be fair.

I don't always dream,
But I'm not always
Here
(That is, to be fair).

To be fair,
I don't always dream,
But when I do. . .

Well, when I dream,
It's always of
You.

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She's confused.

She's confused,
She types,
Equally as off-put
As this so-called "she."
(Wonder who "she" could be.)

She's confused
As she watches the
Blink, blink, blink
Of the cursor
(Curse her!)
And begs the "she"
To make up her mind
And not be so damn
Confused.

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She was in love.

She was in love, but. . .

She was in love, and
That was probably enough
Of a "but" for her.

She was in love,
And he
Haunted
Her dreams.
She was in love,
And he
Off-put
Her screen.
She was in love,
And the
Thought made
Her scream,
Because (to be fair)
He was
Her dream.