HAUNTED HEARTS
I dreamt that I died in my sleep last night, And I swore that you walked away from me. In the dim flicker of the moon's own light, Your shadow cried holding on to my heart's key. I questioned if it really did hurt as it seemed to be, Since I stood in a darkness that blinded me. But I knew for a fact that I was not in your mind, The same way you used to be in mine. Even so, when I was lying in my shroud, Inside the ice-cold box, I felt it all start again. The hot breaths, soft pecks and fluttering eyes, The dream song, slow dance with our secret smiles. My hand clutched in yours to calm us down, While we both worked on to break those walls. The whispers, train rides and billets-doux, The smart jokes, golden hours with our starry skies. I could feel the warmth in your tight embrace, Then I woke up to the reminder- it was all but a race. Against time and space and the clouding phase, The false hope of endings that only left us in a daze.















