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Dear friends this is an old poem... a reflection on bad memories...Sigh!!

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“DREAMER”

You may say I am a dreamer
That’s Okay!!!
But I am not the only one
And I know you know that by now
I hope someday you will join me
And you will be able to see
How it would be
For us to live as one
Well now that you know my dream
Will you tell me about yours please!!
Or you can live a lie till you die
About my feeling I will never lie
I can hide myself within a smile
But I can’t hide my heart from you
Or when I am crippled inside
You say you do not mean to hurt me
But you do… Because I love you so
So don’t feel sorry if you make me cry
And I am crippled inside
It’s Okay!!!
But sometimes it is hard
Really hard…
To be crippled by my love for you
All I want is the truth
Just some truth
No tricky dicky uptight shitty stuff
How can I give love
When it is always denied
I don’t know what I am allowed to give
In the middle of the night I call your name
Even in the middle of my bath I call your name
So!!! Don’t feel sorry if you make me cry
And if I am crippled by my love for you
But I can’t hide my feeling for you
And it is really hard to be without you
And I hope someday you will see me
For what and who I am
This crippled lovesick silly stupid woman
That knows this love was meant to be
This woman that can see the wind
The ocean the tree the birds the clouds
The sorrows of life
And in pain with her love for you
So tell me about your dream too
Or you can lie till you die
Because about my feelings I will never lie
Everything is clear in my heart
Oh!! My eyes and heart see clear now
For the first time in my entire life

Copyright ©2004 Tinka Boukes 

Saturday, February 01, 2003