You killed my dreams

The lone murk of the night Never gave me the fright, As I had your portrait in my heart. You broke that heart, left me way behind- Never cared my love that was ever so blind, You shattered the hope that I bore in mind, Your game with me was cruelly unkind. I had staged my dream house shiny with your image, Only we and our love were allowed in that cottage. I was eager to sleep, to see us in those dreams- Life was then an ocean with glee as her streams. Fair dreams turned foul Your caprice made me howl I’m scared to sleep now; scared of nightmares. Were only you and me, Now it’s only me and my nightmares I loved to live- Now so vying to leave. Every morning kissed me with all her glory, And the following night never seemed so gloomy Shooting stars tempted me to make my wishes And I had always craved for your loving kisses I greeted night and day, Your thoughts had made me gay, Now I scream in pain to see it all go astray; Shooting stars make me scared- And my vie for you is dead All I ache for now, is murky death. The lone murk of the night Always gives me the fright, As I have your portrait in my heart The portrait of hatred, sham and betrayal A portrait of guile, pain, and denial I loved to live; now I hate my life My love for life shall never revive. Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2001 08:50 AM PST, Apothegm   0 • 1