SOMEBODY ELSE'S DREAM.
he was thinking about
the girl he loved.
the way she laughed
when he teased her.
her beautiful smile,
when he kissed her
how he wished
she was his
so much he had hoped
that she belonged to him.
but the boy,
he was her friend
a companion,
in distress.
someone who comforted,
when she needed somebody.
the boy was crying,
here in front of me
i smirked,
it was au natural.
she's somebody else's
belonging.
you'll always
be living in,
...that somebody else's dream.
Monday, January 23, 2006
Posted by Edison Justin Cross at 11:41 AM
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