I often dream,
About you, it seems,
Your face reflecting off the moonbeams.
~
I often dream
Of your beautiful eyes,
And when you walk in,
All the sadness dies.
~
I often dream,
*About your lips, on mine,
Which softly combine and entertwine.
~
I often dream,
Of you as a person who,
Will notice me someday,
When will it be?
Time will never say.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
I often dream,
About you, it seems,
Your face reflecting off the moonbeams.
~
I often dream
Of your beautiful eyes,
And when you walk in,
All the sadness dies.
~
I often dream,
*About your lips, on mine,
Which softly combine and entertwine.
~
I often dream,
Of you as a person who,
Will notice me someday,
When will it be?
Time will never say.
