Faces of peaceful dreamers seemed completely quiet eyes closed and lids laugh
An evil way of looking at ourselves; looking through a mirror
The little girl stands in the back of the room singing to herself writing poetry on the walls of the building waiting to be discovered The little girl happens to be me my brown eyes weep in sadness thoughts of never being noticed; disovered I try to say to myself that one day my dreams will come true these walls are getting crowded and I dont know any more songs of the top of my head
She closes her eyes as she falls in love with her feather pillow and dreams of endless nights with the moon in her arms and the stars in her eyes she closes her eyes as she twinkles in the midnight air blowing softly through her bedroom window its her dreaming her life as she sleeps
© 1999 Copyright Brynn
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