Mika and and me, how we used to walk hand in hand,
Picture perfect times when we were one.
Times when there was harmony, and contentment of mind
When sharing of his others thoughts was how we used to climb.
I to turn my eyes, away from the sun
To see the way you smile, when you’re having fun
Pretending you and I Mica, have something new
Still, this time in my dreams, I’m poking fun at you
Twelve o’clock looms and i’m wide awake once again
Sky blue waters lashing at ours heel
Images suspended floating intertwined
I’m content with happiness cluttering my
Pretending you and Mica started a new,
Still this time in my dreams , I’m poking fun at you
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