Dream Life

                                         Orange, the color of youth Neither too bright nor too dark Like a mix between a rose and a sunflower Young and joyful, sharp as a spark When the sun's going down And I look at the waves among the sea The yellow glow mixes with red sky Ans it all looks ornage to me. The horizon, so colourful and creative It tells me they'll be another chance I sit on the beach, the water brushing my feet And watch the colour dance. It fills me with a hope I'll try out tomorrow again And I'll wash away all my problems Not let them leave any stain. It's ornage, enthusiam is its forte It gives us all a wish to shine I want to create something as pretty as a sunset now And tomorrow's going to be called mine.

                                           I'm not supposed to want you; I'm not supposed to care, and yet I spend my time dreaming of all that we could share. I'm not supposed to think about you or wonder where you've been, but no matter how I fight it, thoughts of you sneak in. I'm not supposed to ponder where you are each night, but you creep into my vision when the stars shine bright. I'm not supposed to yearn so, always wishing you were here, but I hunger for your kisses, and I long to draw you near. I'm not supposed to imagine where you are and what you do. I know I shouldn't cater to a single thought of you. I'm not supposed to need you. I know these things. I do. And yet I can't help myself, because I fell in love with you.