Dreams, dreams, they come and go,
But stays, in my heart and do not go.
Painful, painful, memories... I do not wish to dream.
Cannot forget, yet hunts me in my dream.
WHY... does these dreams burn in my heart...
Which scars my heart and my feelings hurt.
Dreams, dreams they come and go,
But stays in my heart and do not go.
Like a curtain, it blinds me, is this reality or my fantasies?
Torture in my bare beating heart!
WHY... is this happening so?
This, I may never come to know.
-KSD-
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Dreams May Hurt
Labels: Poetry
Posted by Halley at 7:21 AM 0 comments
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