Dreams of a dieing boy (song), by hidden Subscribe to rss feed for hidden

I climb into bed
With my sleep wracked body
In my dreams
I act a little bit naughty 

You’re just sitting there 
You’re not naked and alone
You’re not talking on the phone
You’re not doing your work
You’re just talking to me

Making me feel special
Making me feel wanted
Making me feel right at home with you

Just like you always do

Then the dream moved on
Coz we’re just sitting by the pond
With kids running around our feet
Wait I must have missed a beat

This is not how my dream normally go
This time we’re taking it real slow
This time we’re just being friends
It’s almost like we’re wed

What the fuck this is not my dream tonight

Coz your

Making me feel special
Making me feel wanted
Making me feel right at home with you

Just like you always do

Coz your 

Making me feel special
Making me feel wanted
Making me feel right at home with you

Just like you always do

These are the perversities 
Of a dieing boy
And the growing man within
Posted: 2005-10-11 12:11:20 UTC

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2005-10-11 12:13:45hidden
OK. Last night i wanted to write a poem for a girl i know, but couldn't get the rythem right. All i could do was come up with this. wether thats good or not i'm not sure but enjoy

2007-01-06 05:50:36sk8t3R gal 4 eva
thats a cool poem. you should like post it on myspace