Just a Dream
by Izza
Roses are red
Vilotes are blue
The moon may be pretty
But not as much as you
I stare at you from sunrising to sunsetting
I want to see your eyes shine in the moonlight
As I get close and hold you tight
Take your hand and make you mine
Untill it was time for me to rise
Only to realize I'm back in my room
With tears in my eyes
Published on the Writory Wall.