Poetry - My dream...
My dream is green,
my life is grey
Hope is green,
or so they say
My dream*s an island,
strong and proud,
with people standing out each crowed
My dream is green,
but is it hope?
Can it help me to cope,
with every obstical in my way?
Or is it just a place 2 hide
myself a while
away from all reality,
away from life?
My dream is green
and hope is too,
but will it ever come true...
Love ain*t nothing but a four letter word...