Tribe.net. Local Connections philip http://creativeartists.tribe.net/thread/9387ad29-30f0-487e-8359-53462125f3b1#1e314fbf-502b-459f-8eb2-57178259f9b4 2007-08-11T16:50:13Z 2007-08-11T16:50:13Z

She was just sixteen when she became the girl of my dreams though I was too young to ask why She came from the boulevard of broken dreams though her world was tender and dry ever she walked with a smile So many nights she slept in my dreams her arms kept the cold away for another day as I felt my nightmares drifting away One day she and her folks left the neighbourhood no one around knew why of what my days were suddenly gloomy and dark Oh, how I missed her smile But she was only sixteen too distant to know why I might have been and I was too shy to say she was the light in my dreams the moon in my sleep and still I sit here wondering why.

philip 2007-08-11T16:50:13Z