Dreams of a dieing boy (song), by hidden
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I climb into bed
With my sleep wracked body
In my dreams
I act a little bit naughty
You’re just sitting there
You’re not naked and alone
You’re not talking on the phone
You’re not doing your work
You’re just talking to me
Making me feel special
Making me feel wanted
Making me feel right at home with you
Just like you always do
Then the dream moved on
Coz we’re just sitting by the pond
With kids running around our feet
Wait I must have missed a beat
This is not how my dream normally go
This time we’re taking it real slow
This time we’re just being friends
It’s almost like we’re wed
What the fuck this is not my dream tonight
Coz your
Making me feel special
Making me feel wanted
Making me feel right at home with you
Just like you always do
Coz your
Making me feel special
Making me feel wanted
Making me feel right at home with you
Just like you always do
These are the perversities
Of a dieing boy
And the growing man within
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Posted: 2005-10-11 12:11:20 UTC |
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2005-10-11 12:13:45 | hidden |
OK. Last night i wanted to write a poem for a girl i know, but couldn't get the rythem right. All i could do was come up with this. wether thats good or not i'm not sure but enjoy |
2007-01-06 05:50:36 | sk8t3R gal 4 eva |
thats a cool poem. you should like post it on myspace |