Saturday, January 23, 2010

1998?

Dreams...
They say dreams are meant for dreamers,
So a dreamer I will be.
For now it's the only way,
To have you here with me.

Every night when I lay down,
I close my eyes to sleep.
I drift away to my own world,
Where you are mine to keep.
The morning brings the pain again,
And I must realize,
That all the love we shared last night,
With morning light must die.
So night time is my special friend,
My secret hideaway,
Where I can go and be with you
And forget the coming day.

Melynda Williams

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