The Girl of My Dark Dreams

by Stephen Watson

She is here, the girl is here;
She has returned, to calm my fears.

The girl of my dreams
Adorned all in black;
She glides to the beat
Of her own gothic soundtrack.

Her pale white skin, so soft so clear;
With her cherry red lips
She has the aura of a seer.

She can foretell my future
In one moment of truth;
Or drag memories crying
From my wasted youth.

But she is not real;
This girl of my dreams.
Still, my heart pleads to meet her;

As it screams and it screams.

24-Jul-2013

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