Last night i went to bed
and I dreamt about us
we lived in a little cottage
on the edge of the woods
with a nice big garden and rows of tomatos
there was a picket fence
painted white
and noone to disturb the silence
Inside there was a fireand the smell of cinnamon
it was cozy
it was nice
and then I woke up
and realized
it was just a dream
and you didn't love me
and I dreamt about us
we lived in a little cottage
on the edge of the woods
with a nice big garden and rows of tomatos
there was a picket fence
painted white
and noone to disturb the silence
Inside there was a fireand the smell of cinnamon
it was cozy
it was nice
and then I woke up
and realized
it was just a dream
and you didn't love me
posted by Georgia at
11/12/2006 03:18:00 PM
1 Comments:
I seriously like that poem. It makes me very sad and very happy at the same time. I dont know how to describe it.
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