what colour are my dreams?red, blue, green or black?are they real or just streamsof cotton fluff lying around? should i try and touchthem? i dunno what will happen.honestly,i really don’t know muchabout all this dreams and stuff. i supposedly am
i play a tune…of wide open skieswith cotton clouds and clear,of my family and friendsand all that i hold dear. i sing a song…of chilly winter eveningswhen sentences turn misty;spent with hot chocolateand books, old and dusty. i hum along…to
we sit for hours facing each other,you and i; companions inseparable,and anybody who would botherto look at us would say we’re in love.worlds apart; yet made for one another. i love to have you right beside me,hold your hand while
So let it rain now,the colours of the sky,whle i look up and askyou how when where and why. and then let the world comecrashing down;while you and istil hold hands and look oninto each others’ eyes and smile. and
