They say dreams never do come true..
But they are wrong, I say they do

I dream of violence, I dream of hurt
I dream of children, they live in dirt

I dream of you, I dream of me
I dream of how this was never meant to be

I dream of my feelings, I dream of my thoughts
I dream of these things, I dream of them lots

I dream of my loved ones, I dream of the dead
I dream of these thoughts, exploding my head

I dream of you yelling, I dream of you crying
I dream of you hiding, I dream of you lying

I dream of you hurting, I dream of you shutting me out of your life
I dream of the of the only one I can trust, I dream of my knife.

They say dreams never do come true,
But they are wrong, I say they do

My Poem

As I sit on my bed
I think of all the things you said

I don't know how it all turned this way
I think about every day

I told you all that was on my heart
I knew that we'd be friends right from the start

Now you're far, but you were once near
I wish I could have you here

I always wonder how you are
And if you could ever heal my scar

I still keep wondering why,
It was time to say goodbye

The Flower Seller

The flower seller asked me: Does he still love you? What should I say? I answered to the flower seller: My heart is still on its promise And that it's busy

He said goodbye and went on a trip
No he didn't go on a trip...
He promised me and went on a trip
No he didn't go on a trip...
And tomorrow he's coming back
Presenting me with more flowers all the time

He called me in the dead of night
I beg you, tell me, oh night, how can I sleep?
He whispered to me that he's inclined to come back again
He sang for me, oh night
And thus my days are worrisome

He said goodbye and went on a trip
No he didn't go on a trip...
He promised me and went on a trip
No he didn't go on a trip...
And tomorrow he's coming back
Presenting me with more flowers all the time