This is my first post.. ever. Tell me what you think.
In my dreams your mine to hold,
I don't have to stand out from the crowd or be bold.
Your my sweetie, my baby, my lovely love
I don't have to compete with anyone, I'm always put above.
Your with me when I feel alone and scared,
I don't have to be brave and do everything I'm dared.
But in reality your not mine to claim,
I have to wait in line for you to say my name.
Your not my boo, my sugar, the love of my life
I have to wait like your someone else's wife.
Your not there when I cry and lie by myself,
I have to suffer like a dusty forgotten book on a shelf.
If I lived in my dreams life would be great,
But I live in reality where the farthest thing from kind is my fate.
[This message has been edited by the_inner_me11 (06-04-2009 09:15 PM).]