Confused
With mixed emotions, my heart beating louder than thunder, he turns his back on me and flies into the light, leaving me in the shadows. How did this happen? I was so sure about my life in every possible way. But the heart is always changing. It's always moving, like my mind. Changing my decision and then changing it again.
He picked a thorn from a rose but he still picked me. When I said yes to him, both our hearts were joined together forever. Over a year my life was perfect, each day happier than the last.
But then my world collapsed. The moon had drifted from the earth and it caused disastrous results. It ended by the moon wanting to be apart. The worst, or even best, thing it had ever done. The sun even turned its back on the forever cold moon. Yet, even though not close, the moon still looks down upon the earth and thinks fond and happy memories among the stars.
My heart sank; he was almost at the light, the shadows consuming my soul. His ageless beauty began to make him stay that way forever, eternally perfect. The thorn he picked was wearing away, becoming sharper and more deadly every second.
But the sun shone on the moon for a change, a new spirit came over the earth. It reached towards the moon, making it whole again. He reached for me before he got to the light, shouting my name. I was forced next to him, shadows gone, nothing but pure light. And him. He smiled, "Beautiful dream girl". My plainness had turned from the thorn to the rose. He bent his head towards me, my eyelids started to close.
But then I woke, my mum shouting me for school. The boy from the dream, a schoolboy with a broken heart, never spoke or shouted my name; only in my dreams.
Life is confusing.
The end