a world figuring out who I am

My Heart is tainted
And can’t write anymore
Can’t write about her
About the dream
The wish
The desire
Still think it’s her
And if so, then that’s all it was
A dream
I’d like to think that the dream is not over
And I can think her again
For that my heart and mind need peace
Need to rest and close completely

From the mind of Cogliostro