Started to Dream
I thought I knew what I wanted
then you came along
dancing in and out of my dreams
the wishes that the soul makes subconsciously
when you are sound asleep
the desires and the fears
they all come to life when your eyes close
You said not to listen to the music
they’re just songs, they don’t mean anything
but then they sing the same sounds
that my heart makes in the dreams
its difficult not to listen
they confuse me
I thought I knew what I wanted and then
I started to dream
Awoken from a dream
and so filled with HATE.
Night terror to the extreme.
I never wanted to feel this way.
The music blares and I’ve crash landed.
I am here alone and betrayed.
It’s funny how the head knows before the heart.
That things are slowly ending.
You try to convince yourself things will work out.
But a broken heart is impending.
You plan the “talk” in your heard,
but no matter what you say, or do, or wish
Someone is going to get hurt.
You both hurt.
Continuing when you know the end is near
is a worse fate than uttering the words.
But the words are fatal.
Do you dare say what your head knows?
Or do you hang on to the last embers of hope
that linger in your heart?