To sleep I cry myself in tear,
In my sorrow I wallow here,
Without someone to call my own,
I fear I will always be alone.
With cologne I spray my pillowcase,
At night it’s where I rest my face,
The dreams that nightly fill my head,
Make me wish that I were dead.
For in my dreams true love is mine,
In your arms, it’s where I find,
Thats when I wake, my arms are bare,
There’s no such thing in mind nothing is there.
What a dream to have to be,
What teases with my eye to see,
Forget is what I wish you would do
me saying that without a clue.
In my mind is where they remain,
Through my hurt, and through my pain,
So I can go on with my day,
In my thoughts is where dreams stay.
joshua reid
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-149/
