A hundred dreams pass me by in the softest moonlight,
A hundred dreams give me vision with no sight..
My mind is breached with desires my heart must yield,
As I walk steadily, the blood on my hands from your heart is spilled..
Dripping from my fingertips with sorrow and despair,
How could I ever cleanse myself of this passionate affair?
I toss and turn at night, subconsciously trapped inside delusion,
The inception of love has gotten the best of me and is now a nuisance..
Psychologically, I have become temporarily damaged,
However my suffrage is permanent, finding new ways to manage..
Under the spell of the moon, I am ridiculed by the memories of our demise,
Thoughts of my pride and arrogance within the relationship come to no surprise..
Could I ever find another one to fill the void planted so deep within my heart?
One so forgiving and absolute other than my matriarch?
Discovery of such a thing would embark on a lifetime journey,
As a hundred dreams pass me by forever,
Tossing and turning..
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Thinking of You
PoetrySometimes I find myself falling back into those memories I just can't seem to get out my head. Sometimes I love them, sometimes I hate them, but one thing I do know for sure is they are there forever. This is the only proper way I can really express...
