Sweet Dreams Part 1
It's Friday night at elevenAm I asleep or am I in heaven
You're the white angel in front of me
Showing me love and compassion for free
I have no control over your hypnotic spell
Am I in a daze, I can't really tell
I think to myself is this true?
Am I really standing in front of you?
This dream is nice, so free of dread
Too bad, it happens only when I'm in bed
Sweet dreams my fair lady, I must go
Leaving this place of wonder and snow
But I'll be back, one day you'll see
To show you the same love you showed for me
Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-07-20 at 06:44
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