Another Poem I'm not finished with and don't feel good about

I'm The Building
by Bmonster

I was dreaming
Of a yellow stone building
Holes in the ceiling
And oh that sinking feeling.

It was a dream of a warning
Or maybe of the man changing
Inside of me.

I was dreaming
And I think I saw you
And the other marvelous ppl that I used to talk to.

I just never knew how to say
I'd never trade you away.
And if I could
I would
and I'd try
to hold my friend again.

I was dreaming
About a moon of blue.
And all I can rememebr
Is what I thought of you.

I was dreaming
Of a yellow building.
Holes in its ceilings.

In a building
Was someone like you
An old friend I once knew