confused

The woods are something you just can't comprehend.
From a distance, you see their greeen tops- perhaps like hats covering an ugly face below. You see the colors, flashing..
Red. Yellow. Gold. Are they warnings? Are they welcoming signs?
People have entered, and returned without scratches. Others,
have never been found.
Do they choose their victims? Or do their victims choose them?
The calls of the crows, bellowing you to stay out? Or asking you to come in?
Come in.... Come in...
If you dare.

Nostalgic feeling of the never knowing.

I know now;

It's you I think about when I sleep.

Your voices echoes in my mind.

It's then the walls beckon to me;

to lend an ear and a place to wipe my tears.

Everytime I close my eyes, it's your face I see.

Everytime I daydream, it's your hands that I feel that graze my cheek.