I've heard whispers of forgiveness
Seen hopelessness set free
Trying to make sense of
Dreams of what could have been
As my mind silently screams
Oh how I wish you could see
In tall gestures of empathy
You've grown as blind as me
Since I was a child
Through haunted memories
Stranded out in the wild
In ghosts I never believed
.....Until you become
One to me.
I've tasted flavours of salvation
Held exoneration closely
Trying to make sense of
Dreams of what could have been
As my soul slowly bleeds
Oh how I know you believe
In warm gestures of honesty
You've grown as cold as me
Since I was a child
Through haunted memories
Stranded out in the wild
In ghosts I never believed
.....Until you become
One to me
- Author: Edthepoet ( Offline)
- Published: January 14th, 2021 07:51
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Good words Ed, maybe that ghost will become reality one day.
Andy
*'Oh how I wish you could see
In tall gestures of empathy
You've grown as blind as me'
*'Oh how I know you believe
In warm gestures of honesty
You've grown as cold as me',
how pitifully bleak your perspective of reality: reads...
but still, what a wonderful write you've Chosen to share with the world,
thank you
Lovers turning into strangers is a pitifully bleak situation I guess haha. Its all made up, all inspired by a song I was listening to. My perspective of reality is positively upbeat..considering. Thank you for reading and feeding back, much appreciated.
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