Part 1 – dreams
Can dreams really come true? When I wish upon a star am I just hoping for something better? When you wish, or pray or dream what do you dream of?
I dream of Romeo, he’s constantly running through my mind, those silly hearts I draw those shaded pictures of a couple kissing, that’s us. I know him so well were so close. He’s perfect. I can see him standing there, his dark long hair sweeping across his face his deep blue eyes, his bronzed skin and that smile. And me, I’m smiling back at him and we look at each other ignoring the surrounding of the beautiful forest the water droplets that rest on each blade of grass , the whispers of the birds all watching us. I’m in a beautiful dress made of silk and engraved in gold patterns of flowers that almost grow up my dress .Music is in the background flowing with the wind a mesmerising tune that tells a story of love. Were alone and he’s stroking my hand looking deep into my eyes, I can feel his warm breath on my cold skin. Our bodies close our hearts sown together his lips brush past mine and I close my eyes.
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