Dreams
Dreams are memories in my head of events left insideI can touch the sky in my dreams because I can fly if you know what I mean
I try to dream a lot why?
Because they always fade away going by by
Dreams
Dreams are memories in my head of events left insideA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Become Closer | 1 | 09/07/2009 |
Hurting | 2 | 06/25/2009 |
Dreams | 0 | 06/25/2009 |
Hold Me | 1 | 06/24/2009 |
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