Dreams

a poem about the images we have in our mind, of which we call dreams

Dreams

 

With dreams

It seems

There are different kinds

Because they come from different minds

They can be color or black

They can go away or come back

The good things about dreams, you see

Is that they aren't reality

So good or bad,

Happy or sad

Dreams will always be

A part of you and me

An imaginary thing, that we wish to see

Author's Note

((the color or black part, DOES NOT mean the people))
any hints or tips??
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Reviews

[alinad]

r u trying to make me be happy then sad

[Eleanor]

Good job. I enjoyed this.
-Eleanor

[jennifer little]

wonderful poem
keep up the good work

[I LUV 1DIRECTION]

hahahahaha

[I LUV 1DIRECTION]

pretty!!! y do u have to write bout dreams that brings back bad memories
haha XD