“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.”

Friday, March 2, 2012

A Girl And Her Dreams



Did you know of the little dreams
A girl hid under her pillow
Each night she chased someone
She knew he was the one
Who would set her free
Who would trash her fears
And who would calm her qualms

Did you know of a thousand thoughts
A girl kept hidden inside her
Each day she thought of someone
She knew he was the one
Who would just be with her
Who would hold her tight
And who would love her right

The girl waited and watched
For her dreams to come to life
On Life’s unfolding carpet she tread
Unwittingly so naive
How sad that no one ever told her
That dreams didn't always become true