In the realm where dreams entwine,
A nightmare born from love's decline,
She walked away, a painful tear,
Leaving a void, a haunting fear.

Through twisted alleys of my mind,
Her absence an ache, impossible to bind,
A broken heart, a shattered dream,
A whisper of nightmare, or so it seems.

In slumber's grip, her memory weaves,
A tapestry of longing that never leaves,
I chase her shadow in the dark,
A yearning that leaves a painful mark.

Through the midnight hours, I roam,
Haunted by visions of love's catacomb,
A whisper of nightmare, a silent plea,
To bring her back, to set love free.
© nov_of_heart