Simon Poem by Phant0m sep

A dream that never let me go,
Almost a decade, every June,
You were in my dreams,
Smiling, playing but you never talk.
You were as young as we first met,
Maybe Peter Pan brought you to Neverland.
Where children never grows.

A dream that meant for both of us,
Plain June, the picturesque garden we meet,
Blooming blossoms of daffodils,
Must be your favorite flowers.
Thank you for letting me here,
I could have cried every time we play,
How could I repent the loneliness you felt?

A dream that meant for him, Simon,
Could I hug you just once?
Maybe I am asking for too much,
Meeting you in this vivid dream,
Maybe it’s the biggest tolerance you can make.
Sorry, for all I could say,
So, watch me well, I will live on your part as well.