The dreams,
The ghost of you haunts me every waking night.
Get out of my head,
And let me free.
As I sleep, the fantasy is a paradise,
As I wake, becometh a nightmare, once and overmore.
The memory of it all tears my strung-up heart apart,
Get out of my head....
or come back to my eyes.
~Robert van Lingen
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
The dreams,
The ghost of you haunts me every waking night.
Get out of my head,
And let me free.
As I sleep, the fantasy is a paradise,
As I wake, becometh a nightmare, once and overmore.
The memory of it all tears my strung-up heart apart,
Get out of my head....
or come back to my eyes.
~Robert van Lingen