My Little Dream Poem by Lotlot Diaz

I weep too long
but then waive it too soon.
I put a truce to my own tantroms.
I could have almost cry,
the most annoiying one
i could have almost shout
iretating shout of all.
For this little dream
a little house
for a little girl
whos being mother
is her little dream.

I wait too long
but then excited of all
to my own boredom
i need my patience the most.
I just hover
the most annoiying one
for this little dream
a little house
for a little girl
whos dream is being a bride
without a groom.