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The teacher gave us an assignment to tell our dreams

It is too hard for me to think of them than it seems.

I want to be kissed in the rain while being held tight

By a guy that will always treat me right.



I want to wake up on a beach somewhere

Beside of the guy who'll always care

Walk with him, never infront of or behind

I want him to stand by my side.



I dream of the guy, but my dreams can fade

Tell me now, is this guy made?

Does my dream guy live in the world so real,

If I met him would it change how I feel.



I sit here jotting my thoughts onto a page

When I think of "him" I feel no anger or rage

Maybe I have found my own bliss

This guy has to be my happiness.



The bell rings.  I put my books and papers away

Maybe I will be able to see him some how; some day.