• poeticgamer 6w

    Haunted Dreams (unreleased)

    Your spot in bed is winter cold,
    Her hair cascades as a summer waterfall,
    But no more,
    Only thing remaining is a breeze.

    The moon kept us company,
    The stars our music,
    Still no more,
    All that remains is the sigh of night.

    Her scent lingers as a hanging cloud,
    Her touch delicate as feathers,
    Sadly no more,
    All that remains is the breath of rain.

    Years paused for her,
    Time grew boundless,
    No more,
    Only thing to remain is her love.

    She was there,
    Her spot in bed felt of springs warmth,
    But no more,
    All that remains are the haunted dreams.

    ©poeticgamer