Dreams!

   



I sleep in the clouds, dream in the sky,
I'll keep dreaming as life passes me by,
I think my dreams keep me sane,
I dream of happiness, a life without pain!

The Dark Sin!

Loads of chocolate syrup on vanilla ice cream..
And a bowl of chocolate mousse is just like a wonderful dream,

Any chocolate candy brings me great joy,
And chocolate covered walnuts feel like a new toy!

Is chocolate something to fear -- is it really a curse?
Is it something to be avoided, or is it much worse?

Or... is chocolate the eighth wonder? Is it a total delight?
Something you savor for so long? Or love with all your might?

Is chocolate as good as a hug, or a pat on the back?
What if I'm out of chocolate, when I have my next attack??!!

I could just imagine that I'm eating chocolate, I suppose.
If I eat lots of chocolate all day long, would I overdose!!!

Not Afraid!

I found this poem, i liked it, i shared it... :) 

I'm not afraid of forever
or the end of time,
I'm not afraid of your heart
and I'm not afraid of mine.

I'm letting go now
and I'm not afraid of the fall
Because you are waiting for me
and we will have it all.

I'm not afraid of the future
I'm not afraid of the past
The love that's yet to come
or the love that didn't last!

I'm not afraid of you
I'm not afraid of me
I'm not afraid of us
or of what was meant to be.

Sweet Stranger!!

Once upon a time
in the social network race
you and I met
in Cyberspace.

Divided by lines:
longitude, latitude;
we’ve typed and texted
tears, gratitude.

Now we’re closer than neighbors;
in tune like a song.and it feels soo daam right even if it's wrong.

Some say it’s not real.
How can it be?
How can you trust
what you can’t see?

But you sense when I’m down.
This is holy. Sublime.
(Alright, not exactly.
But it makes a good rhyme.)

You’ve read me at my worst.
You’ve read me at my best.
You’ve loved me all the same;
forgiven typos, and the rest.

You’re a microbyte of madness,
and sunshine, and fresh air.
(You are faster than shooting star,
so I know you really care.)

I know you’ll reply
whenever I hit “send.”
I know this is real—
you’re my Die Hard friend!