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| A Dream I'm waiting for you. Close my eyes and I see me walking through an aisle in my white dress, flowers in my hair and I meet him at the other end. He takes my hand and with one look into his eyes, I start to cry. Just a dream, will it ever be my day to be happy with such a simple wish that almost seams unreal. To live in a house right outside of town with such a perfect scene. A perfect kind of dream. Open my eyes to think one day I'll realize the modern reality- I'll never have a perfect life with the perfect image of me as a wife. Not one person can I find to share this dream. Not one person to live out this life. Why is it all a young girl thinks of? But is it the same dream every other girl dreams of? Am I any different? It is so hard to recognize in me. If he looked into my eyes would he see it? That's how I'll know it's him... the one in my dreams. But will he ever come? Will I ever find him waiting at the end of that aisle? |