Timeless and classic

A dream

a world that is not my own

and with every word


And there’s a haunting melody

it plays over and over

a memory I never had

and I’m sad

this story

It’s not my own

And I can feel it

in my bones

this is life

A love I was meant to have

and its fiction

but my heart screams

that its true

And its not my own

This midnight fantasy

This decrepit old and drafty house

All my ghosts are waiting

And I pass through room after room

There you are

Happy lips

and this is my own

my memory

Infected dreams talk to me

and I drown under this terrible song

wrapped up in spider webs

my eyes shut tight

The ghost of me

Dances and vanishes from sight

And I turn the page

the story and the love

not my own

Escape the dying echoes

a kiss dismissed

tragedy trailing

while your song is ending.



Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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