Poetry From the Heart

Sweet Dreams, little child.

That night he cried himself to sleep.

She skipped her classes, just to weep.

Their love would not be broken,

For through their hearts,

Words of Heaven were softly spoken.

Sweet Dreams, little child.

--This one I wrote as a chapter seperator in a story. . .about two people who had just broken up but were really meant to be together.

Haven't finished it yet, but it'll come around soon!