remember the feeling of falling,
before you enter the land of dreams?
i felt that in your presence,
not knowing what the future deems.
felt when I looked into your eyes,
and once our fingers intertwined.
we face an uncertain tomorrow,
with both our hearts aligned.
but no one can ever be prepared
to face dark, rainy nights,
when you've gotten used to sunny days,
and nights under bright city lights.
opened my eyes, realizing the fall.
head throbbing, but I'm awake.
was it a dream? a nightmare?
why does my chest still ache?
the line blurs between real and fake,
a memory, or a soul’s mistake?