I like to dream,
So what?
Oreos and cream,
So what?
I like to write
On petals too
And if you could
Why shouldn't you?
I like to think
That All are good,
And just a little
Misunderstood,
I love to think,
That Love exists,
Never behind
Someone's closed fist,
I like to dream
Of you and me,
Though that has been
My unaccomplished,
Symphony.
This one speaks to me! I like to see the bright side...or do my best to do so...and never give up hope...even on that unaccomplished symphony...and maybe it's fine just the way it is. Thanks Sandra!
Quite a lot in this missing love. It sustains your dreams along with Oreos and creams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
''I like to dream Of you and me, Though that has been My unaccomplished, Symphony. '' - this is so sad... and, so sweet...but, still...sweetness, joy, and optimism prevail!