last night I almost got killed by my dream,
almost…
I wasn’t that brave, you see …
this dream of you attacked me
when all my weapons were left aside
dusted and rusted by my tears…
defenseless heart stood there
receiving wounds of nails and abandon,
deceiving kisses, dissolved promises…
I was watching your dream smiling…
You were there watching, smiling too…
after so much pain there was nothing left
for you to take…and suddenly I knew…
I opened my eyes - a living ghost
smiled at the sun light
Hamlet was right…
sleep-rehearsal of my love’s death…
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