The Dream

It is often said that dreams bring deja vu,
A hidden message or a flashback of a cruel past,
 Dreams like these always make me feel undone,

Leaving my spirit to rust.

There she was with her attractive eyes laughing so happily, 
But when I walked towards you they disappeared with haste,
I tried to reach you but your distance just outrun my pace,
That lonesome feeling came within me again...intentionally.

Suddenly I was in a computer room with her alone,
Happy go lucky you were but deep inside...nothing was okay,
And like a parent I knew you were troubled & coned,
That burden feeling from her...I know I can take it all away.

Then after that she appeared in front of me again,
Sitting in front of me & somehow you did not look vain,
Decades of silence you decided to say something now...why?
That guilt feeling of yours...should I heal it or let it die?

Years later I dreamed that I met her in person,
After we met inside me there were some regrets,
I don't know why but for reason,
I just simply cannot tell her...the secret.

Though they may be just dreams,
Sooner or later they will awake,
And the more I dream about the first one,
The more I find myself one step closer to the edge,
Making me about to...break.