You came in the dead of night,
Stealing into my dreams.
You came walking inside my head,
Daring to walk where others
Had dared not to tread.
You murdered me with passion
Held me in your spell
leading me from another,
Like some scarlet pimpernel.
In my dreams I can’t escape you,
When I wake you will be gone;
And I’ll have lost a second time
And once again you will have won.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
You came in the dead of night,
Stealing into my dreams.
You came walking inside my head,
Daring to walk where others
Had dared not to tread.
You murdered me with passion
Held me in your spell
leading me from another,
Like some scarlet pimpernel.
In my dreams I can’t escape you,
When I wake you will be gone;
And I’ll have lost a second time
And once again you will have won.
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