Like a drop in the ocean,
he disppeared in my dreams.
There was passion but the urge to kill the dream was stronger.
The life would go on, like how we all do.
The eyes would smile for a really long time.
A portion of sleep will reside in the hell.
I would want to partake a piece of hell then.
The heaven cried for the dream.
It kept disappearing how 'he' disappeared in the dream.
I want the portion of the hell, not the dream.
Payal