I like when I`m at sleep,
because in my dream I can:
Smell your lovely hair
See the colour of your beautyful eyes
Feel your smooth skin against mine
and listen to your heart beat within the beat of mine.
But then I open my eyes and I can`t:
Smell the lovely hair of yours
nor see the colour of your beautyful eyes.
I can`t feel the smooth skin of yours
nor even listen to your heart beat with mine anymore.
I feel sad knowing it was all just a dream.
If dreaming is the only way that I can be with you,
then I only wish to go onto a long lasting never ending dream.
When Injustice
Becomes Law.
Rebellion
Becomes A Duty
Desculpem-me de so por poemas em ingles
ainda nao ganhei a inspiracao de fazer poemas em portugues... lol muito tempo nesta ilha.