Why do you occupy my thoughts?
My dreams?
They are under lock and key,
you have been thrown out long ago.
How do you get back in?
You know where my key is don't you?
You know how to sneak in.
Trying to be innocent, so i can't see you.
I always do.
You are there for most of the time.
You change my dreams into loss and sadness.
You change them into anger,
and yet i hope i see you next time.
Under the anger lies my forgiveness.
For all your decisions.
Wondering why you had to leave,
and always wishing you had stayed.