Ripped Up Poem by Iselin Steinsto

I'm hoping for a dream.
A wonderful dream,
that gets ripped up
by the seam.

In my dream, it's only one seam.
You are the one with the needle,
so let me know, you who got my heart,
will you crush it like a beadle?

My dreams are sacred,
some is coming true,
but the man in my life,
will it be you?

I lay my head on my pillow,
listening to the sound of the willow,
hoping that tonight is the night,
I got no hope, 'cause I might not be right.