Dreams

Keep tossing and turning

All night

I can't stop thinking about you

I can't sleep

Can't focus of concentrate

It's slowing overwhelming my brain

I can't help but dream about you

 

Your smile

Makes me weak

Your eyes make me feel lost

I can't help but dream

 

Reviews

[The Mad Prophet]

I do love poems about dreams, Yet this was good. Every other dream poem I read takes and uses dreams as a metaphor, I have no problem with that for Life is a Dream. Dreams are what we hold close to, but we escape are Life for a Dream life inwhich you have hardely any control. So take life, and make is a Lucid Dream, that is my advice.