I dream of 

Fresh 

Green 

Forests.

I dream of

Deep 

Blue

Lakes.

I dream of

Lavender 

Bubbles,

And of 

Strawberry

Clouds.

I dream of

Daisy chains and

Flower crowns.

I dream of

Makeup

Hiding reality.

I dream of 

Jumping

And 

Landing. 

I dream of 

Fiestas

And 

Birthday parties.

I dream of 

Sleeping

At a 

Boy’s

House. 

I dream of 

Crying

And

Smiling.

I dream of

Loving you

And 

Hating you.

I dream of

Crying,

And 

Painting.

I dream of 

People who aren’t

Real.

I dream of

A world

Where I’m

Allowed

To 

Be 

Me.

I dream.

I dream

And hope

And wish

And pray

And cry.

And I dream.

I dream of things

That could

Never 

Happen.

And I dream of things

That happen.

I dream.

I write.

Sometimes,

Dreams

Come 

True.