Real Dream
Author: Sara S
The same thoughts running through her mind,
Of someone who is warm and kind,
Wishing the past was once more,
As she lays alone, curled, on the floor.
The tears slowly wet her cheeks,
As she counts the past in terms of weeks,
Drawing faint hearts on the page,
Knowing that [......]
Unknown said on May 14, 2008
This poem is so lovely and I could really feel the meaning it brings just within every bit of the word, and this poem reminds me of my past.