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 Feb 2014 Alaa El-Din
sammybunnie
I'm dreaming out loud,
I'm dreaming about love,
but there's not a part of me that could ever feel it.

I'm dreaming out loud,
I'm dreamig about love,
but there's always that thought that brings everything crashing down to the floor.

I'm dreaming out loud,
I'm dreaming about love,
But there's no familiar scene for me to remember it.

I'm dreaming out loud,
I'm dreaming about love,
and that's all I'll ever do.

Dream.
I'm awake wanting to be sleeping,
so I can be dreaming about you.
 Feb 2014 Alaa El-Din
Whitney B
What is the Dream
I'm Dreaming of?
It's not as it's seems,
It is not love.
My dream is for quiet
for peace
for Laughter
My dream Is for the world
to live Happily Ever After
I am at home
I am immortal
I can never die
In her eyes
I will be a hero

No matter what I do
I can do no wrong
In her eyes
I can get lost
But I'll always be found

My life had no meaning
Till it fell into those eyes
In her eyes
I saw an opportunity
I saw an unlived life

In her eyes
I'm a god
I'm superman without a costume
My love is endless
Sanity isn't portraide

In her eyes
I see the future
I see the past
I see the present
But most of all I see her soul

I see the wrong she has done
I see the pain she has felt
I see me, her last hope for a better life
I see myself
In her eyes

I love her
Not for her beauty
But for the knowledge
She says she loves me
But she's not in love with me

But in her eyes
I see the truth
I see that she's in love
But not with me
But with the rage within

She knows that the pain
I can give
Could be the end
In her eyes
I'm her savior from this life
There are people everywhere
Surrounding me all over
So they claim to be my friends
But really are they?
Do they really know me?
Do they know my favorite song
Or what I love most?
Do even know this poem is about them?
So they claim to be my friends.
But do they even care?
If I was gone
Would these so called friends
Even realize I had left
Or would they go on about their days
Like I was never there
So these friends of mine
Aren't really my friends
Because the movements there bodies
And the laughter of their voices
Don't include me

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