Dreaming of You
Green leaves turn to brown,
when you are not around.
Mocking birds don't make a sound,
every smile turns to a frown.
All day long you are in my head,
last person I think of when I go to bed.
Dreams of you,and me with a dress the color red,
we embace, when you cleared your throat and said,
"Crystal, I love you."
You are my dream come true,
I don't know what I would do without you.
Anthony, I love you, too.
Forever be mine.
Copyright © Crystal Camarillo | Year Posted 2005
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