Amanda

Tonight I see my haunting dreams,
To be woken, to just another day.
From night to day nothing's as it seems,
My feelings, that painting both entirely grey.
I wish to see her like a beauty worth love,
Though there lies pain that's circling her.
His one son, blackened by his demon above,
Last thoughts; So leave! Just go! Become a blur.
My yesterday was full of diamonds, lights.
No days like this. There's never sad tuesdays.
Tomorrow could have been a beautiful sight,
Except here I am, suddenly able to say;
The past is gone, I cannot turn 'round,
So I will stand, awaiting longful sounds.