Nobody is going to read anyway

It will be a waste if I lose another one of my ugly poems. Posted it here in the hopes of record keeping but hopefully nobody reads it.

Just had a dream, 
a dream of possibilities,
of past choices,
of the things that may,

It was a nice dream,
not of regrets,
not of bitterness,
but of the sweetest candy

it was of holding hands,
of stupid jokes,
and awkward moments,
it was a fantasy

all I dreamed was of little steps,
the little bliss,
of what may happen,
it was a dream of possibilities.

Fuuh... now that was cheesy. With that out of the way, life as usual.