Poems from Little Dreamer
I am Tired
Tired when I go to bed
Tired when I wake up
Tired when I go to school
Tired when I talk about my future
What happened to the...
Sometimes I wish I was small
Small enough to fit in a hand
So I can stay in your chest pocket
And listen to your heart beating
And so I can...
Once upon a time, as it usually goes,
There was a young lady with skin white as snow.
Snow White, she was thus named, had a stepmother too...