To whom you are talking, asif <br />they don't care if you weep or smile <br />they turned you into someone <br />who's scared of living and happy to die <br /> <br />Come dear come <br />I'm waiting for thee <br />my arms open wide <br />to grab you <br />to hold you <br />to hug you <br />and to become <br />one of a kind <br /> <br />Come dear come <br />you are the one <br />for whom <br />my eyes become barren <br />and turned into sand <br /> <br />now shalt not leave <br />take me with thee <br />to those mounts <br />and beautiful trees <br />there where <br />flowers do smile <br />and salsa dancing trees <br />to there where <br />happiness lives in the air <br />and sorrows left in despair <br />to there where <br />she's waiting for me <br />with so much love <br />and yearns filled eyes <br />yearn to hug me <br />love me for eternity <br />to that beautiful place <br />which i saw once <br />in my dreams<br /><br />Asif Baloch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-dear-come-dream-in-my-dreams/
