I dreamt of you last night, not of your face but the way you spoke.I remember when I first heard you talk and you awoke what I thought I had killed.
I had promise my dying heart I would never feel, before I took a metaphoric knife then sliced and killed, I didnt watch as the blood barely spilled. But then you came and embraced my non beating heart and made it fill like it was still alive. But then i realized that you were a savior to many and I wasn't one of a kind. That dream you had spoke in made me realize my heart was alive just broken, and your everlasting impression was nothing but a token.