Inspired by reality and the
song “Burn” by the Cure
6am, August, 26, 2018
Don’t look, don’t look,
don’t look at me.
Your angry eyes are all I see.
Beneath your flowing hair and
dress,
your body hard with angry
stress.
Every night I dream,
Every night the dream’s the
same. x2
We laugh, we talk, we love, we
play,
just like we did back in the
day.
Then your mood becomes a storm,
cold and gray and full of harm.
Every night I dream,
Every night I can’t move on.
x2
Don’t talk, don’t talk,
don’t talk to me.
That’s how you want it to be.
Beneath your silent glare of
rage,
other emotions want the stage.
Every night I dream,
Every day I struggle on. x2

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