michaeline coulter


Unconcious Dreams


People have dreams everyday in life
Some are good, some make you feel strife
You don't have to worry, you don't have to fret
These dreams that you have you don't have to get
The dreams that are too good don't usually come true
Their a part of life and what makes you, you
Bad dreams are interpreted this way and that
Only you can learn what they are getting at
Remember and learn your unconcious thoughts
The dreams are just dreams, not something you baught
They scare and taunt sometimes to extreme
But remember dear friend, they are only dreams

Submitted: Thursday, November 15, 2007
Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011
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