 | Here I am looking down at my reflection in the beautiful crystal clear stream of fantasy.
As I’m daydreaming about you, next to me, taking my hand and holding me close to your warm body,
I look over to watch the water slowly moving, flow through the rocks and waterfalls.As it softly flows through my daydream of you, wiping out my fannies, making it end faster then I expected, because just like that my daydream was gone.
Wanting to make things different, wanting you back in my life, wanting to hold you tightly in my arms.
Because time and time again I’m thinking of you.
Not wanting to be washed away again.
Submitted by Amy Marie
E-mail: wwjddog@yahoo.com |  |