"Sweet dreams" are simple words for sure
I have not heard them, for the longest time
It's like my soul in need of magic cure
The words around me most remind me of a slime
It's nobody's fault - I know
But easier don't feel I anyway
We all just actors in surreal show
ANd the director runs a funny play
And in the middle of this presentation
I'm craving for some whisper and kind words
This world is not the ultimate creation
And choice is limited to only a few roads
So let me hear something cute and tender
Let me wake up and see the smiling eyes
Because I'm tired from the fights and anger
And want to cut to pieces the disguise
11.October 2005
Sweet words
© Copyright: Поляков Олег, 2005
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