Crossover – Original Poem

We made plans
Promises were made

You were a bird in the wind leaving the warmth of destiny for the comfort of home

Mixed signals turned to empty hearts

You are my favorite nightmare filling my nights with passion; awakening only to the void of reality

Now your words tear through me; shredding my skin to pieces
I do not bleed, but the venom in my blood is sucking the life from my soul

It is piercing now
This chill now suffocating my frail body as it tightens its grip

I can only close my eyes and pray that you will cross over from this nightmare to my dreams

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