My Dream
My dream?
What is my dream?
In my dream distance doesn’t exist
You would never need a plane or a train hug the ones you love
In my dream
Happiness is drank by the glass
Sadness is washed away,
By the hose that as a kid I played
Our tears and fears would be all balled up
And hit out of the park
So no little boy is afraid of the dark
In my dream wars are fought with nerf guns
Ice cream is delivered by the tons
Work wouldn’t start it nine
And if it ended at 1 that’d be fine
Test could take themselves
And when writing poems
You can make up words like trelvs
It is a place where all the worlds sorrow
Can be forgotten by tomorrow
In my dream your head rest on my chest
To your check my lips are pressed
The moonlight paints your face
And forever we stay in this place
But when your hand brushes through my hair
I realize this world in not fair
Because I must wake up
And our time will end
But in MY dream
You were never just my friend
Copyright © Chad Weeks | Year Posted 2013
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