Haunted dreams with your saddened eyes once more
What are you hiding in your aching heart?
Tears turned jet black from the make up on your face
Why do you wear a mask?
Pain so clear so great in your voice
Words of death and broken skin
You haunt me, make my heart bleed
Make me want to hold you tight
What runs through your tortured mind?
What do you see with your weary eyes?
What is the meaning of these tears and fears
And words I don't understand
Let me reach out and hold you
Take your hand,
your pale palm pressed tight in mine
I'll wipe your darkened tears
I'll heal your aching heart
I'll run my fingers through your jet black hair
And listen closely to every word
I want to understand you
I want to heal your heart
I'm nothing special,
No savior, no god
But it's MY dreams you haunt,
My mind you invade
And I cannot rest until I see you smile
So haunt my dreams one more time
My midnight angel
And tell me, what is on your mind?
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Poetry and Prose By Jake Dorian
Poetrya collection of the poetry and prose I have written. I apologise for the amount of angst and corniness in some. I write to express myself and a lot of these are deeply personal to me.
