An alluring trouble

Lurking behind me in my shadows..
Hiding in my plain sights..
Walkin with me, in my dreams..
You are there.. 'nd everywhere..

spendin' my days and dreams,
wondering where I know you from..
You seem, like a happy trouble, even in my dreams..
the kind that would change lives, forever and ever..

Whispers in the silence, music in the screams..
just like your voice, calling me out, soothing and teasing me..
A melody, unlike anything I have ever heard of..
creating harmony and chaos, in ways I never thought of..

But it seems like a sin,
to lookout for you..
When it's already a fairytale am in,
how can I complain?

Are you just a fidget of my imagination,
or an alluring trouble?
May be,a ghost from my past,
Or an angel of bittersweet future, 
I'd never know.. until I meet you..
All the pieces might finally fall into place, or my palace can fall down, into pieces

A/N: Inspired by a haunting dream that is surprisingly sweet, something I never thought is even remotely possible. But then, its a dream. What logic does it hold?

On a cynical( well, a practical note ) note, I know it sounds so stalker-ish, Truman syndrome and almost like Stockholm. I get it! May be, that's why I tried to write this to get it out of my system.

Thanks for checking this out, and let me know how it makes you feel, cynical or romantic?