The nightmare of the past still lures under my bed
Your face carved in the dark
Maybe I don't want to admit it because it once bled
The dream of you and me burns and marks
I opened my heart and you took it
I held you blindly but carefully
You held mine and you let it split
But the pieces still beat for you endlessly
And it's killing me softly
Because I know I was too weak to let you go
I was hoping - waiting - silently
And the nightmare only grows
I still remember it all
While you exist in someone else's world
Does all of it is true or a pitfall?
Because I hate the way it hunts me knowing you did me wrong
DU LIEST GERADE
Echoes Of The Dead Poets
Poesie"Dark inks on dark secrets, full of wonders and ends, thoughts of the night of murky life." ©cover not mine
