Half Psychic Poem by Amber Leigh

I don't recieve,
any dreams,
unless I get,
deja vu,
these psycho dreams,
that I've seen,
sometimes make me think,
'I'm screwed.'
Dreams can,
twist your words,
and trick your mind,
but when it happens,
secrets unwind.
Then you think,
'Should i tell,
what I've observed?
Or not shed,
a single word?
If I don't share it,
It'll eat me alive,
But if I do,
a jynx at rise.
Should I just ignore,
a result-could-be?
And keep on living,
'happily'?
I don't think,
that I could,
If I could erase,
that dream I would.'
These dreams happen,
now and then,
when I get them,
I begin to mend,
this heart of mine,
that always hurts,
but sometimes,
giving up,
is what I lurk,
I can't control,
the thoughts I dread,
make me wish,
you were here,
to say you love me,
and kiss my head.
but with these dreams,
make me freak out,
maybe I should say,
what my dreams are about,
this way you can,
always watch out,
be very careful,
watch every step,
anywhere you go,
because you let,
your life be at risk,
if you don't,
I'll watch for you,
if you won't,
I love you too much,
for you to leave,
if you do,
you'll leave with me,
my life, my soul,
were being tricked,
Living the life,
as a half psychic.