The dawn is crisp,
The dew drops stick to my roses.
I can hear the sound of rain
and the pleasant nightingale.
I think about the present -
him, me and the rest
and I feel the that thudding noise,
coming right from my heart.
I am terrified -
this is a fairy tale.
I am scared I might wake up,
And perceive it was a dream.
Every morning, I stare at me,
and realize I am haunted.
Midday, sitting with him
in the crowded cafe,
his hand holding mine.
Cuddling my fragile fingers,
he reminds me of our past.
About the day we met,
The first hug, the first kiss
And those first tears
He makes me remember
The smiles, the sorrow
And the love we shared.
But I am scared,
Someone might turn up
And tell me, those never happened.
Every evening, I see myself in his eyes
And realize I am haunted.
In the dark, I find myself
sitting across my mom and dad.
My mom serves me soup,
My dad gives me his pleasant smile,
But I am never satisfied.
They tell me about their day,
And ends up talking about love,
Their present and their past,
How the past turned into their future
And I am the one left,
Wondering about my own.
I am frightened,
Everything might break one day
And I would be left with
Nothing to call mine
And nothing to call my own.
Every night, I see me in myself,
And realize I am haunted.
All day,
All nights,
I am haunted.
By the elusive past.
The foggy present,
And the terrifying future.
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A/N
Another poem? Yeah. I think I am going to revamp this place up and post a poem a dayy! :D Hope you'd read, vote, comment and shower all your love!
Lina! <3