Sweet Dreams and Dream of Me, He Said |
I think to my self... dreams never come true
I never got the red shoes... I was 5.
The bombing didn't stop... I was 8.
Mother doesn't return from her grave... I am 31.
I want him not in writings, not in dreams.
I want him as the day aches
night.
copyright 2006
Sheema
Kalbasi |