Haunted dream
You used to be the joy of my joy
The heart of my heart
The dream of my dream
But words are much like a poison
It trickles and pours into tiny crevices of a beaten soul
If only I didn't have a haunted dream about you
It wouldn't bother me this much
Instead it trickled and pours into tiny crevices of a beaten soul
Reminded me of the person I want you to be
Versus the person you actually are
Jealous; vindictive; you ride on an all-consuming high
Let me remind you what my haunted dream whispered in my ear: "Lean closer" she said
Pulling me near
Her mouth by my ear
She trickled her words like a soft dangerous lullaby:
"Sorry to say it but
He's not what he seems my dear"