Your Dream Poem by patricia schiavi

The big men is in front of your door with a bag of money,
The keys of your free new home,
Your dream color car made as you wish,
A sofa spiting your favorite beer,
The screen playing the music and you do not need to ask anymore,
The tickets to your favorite show are delivered on gold envelop.
Let's get high
Babes are made to not cry,
Your sad reality has been take away from men dressed in white,
Is your cry luck day
You got everything,
You want more
You do not care if your more brings tears to the ones that love you,
You want more
I am dead inside
I lose you
You never had me
We had beautiful dreams.