As I dozed off I had a dream,
the dream was different than usual.
My dream had a face,
a face of someone I loved.
The face was an old woman,
the woman's name was Eliza.
The name sounded familiar,
but couldn't figure it out.
When Eliza said I was her granddaughter,
I just sobed in the sight of her.
The dream felt so real,
but when i woke up it was just a dream.
It should be longer....
I like it britt(: but i reallly think it should be longer...you might wanna check out my poem thats similar to this: "The single thought" keep working(;
okay i will
okay i will
* Always Dream*