Dreams are Nightmares

He’s in my dreams

 

He’s always there

In my dreams.

He’s always smiling

With his amazonite eyes.

 

His beautiful,

Beautiful

Eyes

 

They’re the only things I can see.

Besides his hair.

His golden, dirty blond hair.

 

He wears a mask

 

Or it’s blurred

 

The lower half of his face

I mean

 

I cry,

As I lose my mind.