One Shots Diary

Wraith's Dream

Her eyes closed as a sweet serenade of a dream flows through her mind
She silently prays to find
A soul like her own
Damaged and beyond what others can comprehend

Praying to her guardian angels to send
One who will not let her down
Her heart has been broken by someone she thought loved her

She used to wear her heart on the sleeve
But now they say she is as cold as ice
Once so sweet and nice

Now dark and distant
Her soul shattered by the man she once loved
She is now nothing but a dying dove

As her soul calls out to the Wraiths of Love to bring her love so true and one like her.