The saddest thing I ever seen
was when reality became a dream,
sobbing into pillows like a teen,
my heart throb throbs as I try to sleep.
Think of you with every heart beat
that throbs as thoughts become a feat
You want to talk, I don’t want to meet.
I see you every night in every sleep.
What is life, but just a dream?
What is life when you have no team?
I close my eyes and see you in dreams,
my heart throb throbs, pulsates like a teens.
I used to have posters on my wall
of me and you before our fall
from grace and now you are so small
as I look down: the hurt and scorned.
And now the posters have been torn
and my life: a pulsating storm,
of grey and blue and streaks of black,
but I can’t have my heartthrob back.