had the most vivid dream about you, my past love. arms wrapped around my waist, the same look you always give me, you make me feel like Fourth of July, you make me feel like summer. i wonder why you crossed my mind last night and this morning past love, and only in my dreams will our broken love seem whole. When I come to wake it’s still the same cold hard rainy truth, we will never love again, our love will never be as pure as it once was. But it was nice seeing you, even if it was for a short time in my dream.