In every dream is my heart rushing into a pounding sound,
The one that digs me further into the solid ground.
No reason for me to beg and plead to lift me up anymore,
You had watched me as I walked out of the open door.
And the whispers keep running through my head,
Repeating every mistake and every word that I said,
Releasing from my dark soul to a fragile bleeding heart,
I finally made a mistake to regret after tearing you apart.
In every smile is a story as well as every tear,
And I never thought I would run away from something I souldn't fear,
Because I was wrong when I walked out of that open door,
Because I couldn't bear being confused anymore.
And the endless screaming running through my brain,
yelling at me with the words that brought the rain,
But who would've guessed that after the rain it started to snow,
And you needed me then but little did I know.
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~