Daydreams of the Young

Your brown eyes smile and
I think God made you out of
my sweet reveries.

You pocket my heart
so I left my number too
what else can I lose?

If my phone rings and
I see your name, tell me this
isn’t just a dream.

2 thoughts on “Daydreams of the Young”

Lool, who’s the guy, Dana? Hope he calls. Heh heh 😛

Dana August 17, 20156:59 pm Reply

Sora! Ahaha no one in particular. Just a poem idea I had. :p

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