I lay down my soft head
To have
Sweet dreams, sweet dreams
I pull up the covers
And stare into the seams
I close my eyes
To sleep
For an hour or two
I see grass that's green
And oceans of blue
I'll stay asleep forever
And ever
I never wanna open my eyes
Never wanna see the world again
Those I love and those I despise
It's not what it seems
In these
Sweet dreams, sweet dreams
(Fall 2008, Age 12, Wisconsin)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem..... good birthday to be a poet. Virgos are best at it mine 9-15-81