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HAUNTED HEART



Cracking sound at the door
Whisper in the dark room
The  dead child appears again
He is here to seek justice
You might not remember him
For you have heartlessly drowned him
You might not even want to talk about him
For you know what you've done to him
Remember me, he said
Remember me, he whispered
I was the child that appeared  in your dream
Smiling at you with an immobile face
Remember me , oh Remember me darling
I sneaked in your closet watching you sleep
I opened the box and stole your favorite souvenir
Remember me, remember me darling
I was the child that haunted your heart
With white face and yellow eyes
I scared you away
You ran thinking that it was real
But I never ceased to give you nightmares
I never stopped terrorizing  your mind
For you have put me here in the afterlife
Remember me, oh Remember me darling
Wake up now , look in the mirror
Your prescriptions won't appease the hallucinations
The child will always emerge from your mirror
For you have broken his heart
And the child is in your conscience
He will always haunt you at night
The child haunts and haunts again
So remember me, oh  remember me


BY John Mayer. C

This poem should not be republished under the name of any other person beside the author's name mentioned above.

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