when i was listening to my heart's beating <br />i woke up by a knock on the door <br />my heart stopped; i felt afraid <br />i wondered, i asked: who's that? <br />but i had to open the door <br />now or before... <br />when i opened the door <br />i saw someone whom i knew before <br />he was crying, and a little alarming <br />he said that your lover has died <br />i couldn't belive, when he said that thing <br />is it real or i'm dreamimg? <br />then i found out that it was real <br />i wasn't dreaming and i had to believe <br />at that time the sorrow comes <br />without permission or knocking door <br />only two ways that i had to go <br />killing myself or living alone..<br /><br />Anna Jonson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/was-it-real-or-i-was-dreaming/
