HAUNTING DREAMS

You come to my dreams to tell me stories of our beloved past. Why is it always at night? Why can not it be during the day when I can hear the sound of your many voices and laughter that reminds me of a lunatic? You hide in the shadows of time, thinking I do not know that you still exist in a glowing mist. I occasionally speak of you as I shake my heart and fist.

Paint me one of your pictures to write my words, to let my words speak of the truth, the lies, but most importantly of the love that when we were young we shared, and in this life, we once cared what the hell happened to our innocents but most importantly what happened to mine after you were gone

i want to walk that bridge that together we once burned saying to ourselves there must be some lessons to be learned, but until then, let us shoot the shit and spread our wings and fly away because forever, in my haunted dreams, we can not stay