moved.moved.moved

Wednesday, November 13, 2002

i stand by the bed
and watch u as you drift to sleep
its gets me thinking
on how much u mean to me

i hold your hand
and plead for you to
dream the sweetest dream of me

you close your eyes
and at the same time
you shut your thoughts
out of your mind

but there i remain
just the two of us
as we walk down in our dreams
for dreams are made to be

*just you and me*