On Dreams -- Poem

Author's Note- This is an old poem from 2024 that I wrote about a girl(not the one mentioned in Letter 8's note.) This one was published in my school's newspaper as well funny enough. 


 On  Dreams

                       I wonder what it is like to be in someone's dream?

To gaze into the deepest subconscious of a person.

To see their fears. To see their desires

People are always the most honest in their sleep.

The subconscious tells what the conscious won’t.


I wonder if I'm in her dreams.?

I know she is in mine.

Do I act differently in her dreams? Or am I the same?

Would she want me in her dreams? Or would they be nightmares?

Would she be happy if I were in her dreams?


I wonder what happens in people’s dreams?

I could learn so much more about them.

Dreams are a wonder.

How they tell the truth. How they reveal your own thoughts.

People can lie all they want. But the dreams will never believe them.

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