Dreamin Again
If I were to slit my wrist
Your life would be gone
You see, i can't be your dream
Im more than halfway dead
Your dream is a lie,
Until that last slit across
My vein will draw the
Blood of hopelessness.
Your rose pricked my tears
And cold night dreams,
Rests ever so softly on my coffin
Still as your lying dream.
Copyright © Shelby Wiser | Year Posted 2010
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