Dreams

I wake up from my dreams.
Standing in front of the mirror,
I watch my sad face.
my watery eyes call for u,
my heart aches.
I teach myself to smile.
Not so small, not too big,
I wear this face to hide my low esteem.

I wake up from my dreams.
Standing in front of the mirror,
I plan my day.
my gleaming eyes yearn for some fun today,
my heart beats faster.
I teach myself to smile.
Not too big, not so small,
I wear this face to hide my luck from your jealous eyes.

I see my yesterday,
I see my day before.
I wake up from my dreams.
Stand in front of the mirror.
I remember.
I saw my yesterday,
I saw my day before.

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