Dreams are but dreams
whether impossible or not,
and can come in teams
even if not sought.
For what is a dream,
but a plie of wings
that will scream
for you to soar above all things.
But us such dreams,
like the impossible ones,
were to become true in brilliant beams,
wouldn't that be wonderful funs?
Oh, but even this is a dream,
a dream of a dream for
you and me, doused in heavy cream
and a cherry on top. But we can do more.
YOU ARE READING
A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
