Noises pull in every direction at every time
too many things a lot of them rhyme
Wishes and dreams come crashing down
when he smiles at me I lift off the ground
Smiles and giggles scream from around
a smile crosses my face as my feelings touch down
His passing glance, my silent stare
no time to lok around I feel someone's glare
Not enough things good happen here
when the do it's as if they just appear
I look around, a though of nasty 'ice cream'
then feel as if it's all a dream.
