Haunted House
By kittycatds
Always there, in the dark, forever and always, haunting my heart Dead and buried, but never gone Nightmares remind me, I can't move on The light shines in, through the window sill My imagination sees you still Walking this room, you laid down last Each object is from your past The dresser, the bed, the floor I touch Each and everything holds you too much In my sleep, your voice does sound And when I wake to look around I see memories of you haunting me more Just as you have for years before And because of this I can not stay One last chance to run away No longer a child, no longer afraid I make the bed on which you laidI still live in the house my mother passed away in... Sleep on the bed she once slept in... realizing the best way to move on is to move out... Written February 10th, 2002 © on Feb 10 2002 06:06 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Always there, in the dark, ..."