to the girls who still dream;

 

to the girls who still dream;

is it that you stare into space like a dead china doll that he adores, or is it your blue sense of being and your sullen lips? How you feel on an abondoned beach when the waves hit your feet.

will you still keep on dreaming when you know that he is there for the night of it all and the blues, a night to play that old record in that hollow town with the city lights.

untying your ribbons, tying your heart up in knots. do you keep on dreaming still? whether that or not, you have got the same smile you had before. come on, do your worst. let me know when you have had enough.