Every time I close my eyes, you're there.
Every time I open them, I see your stare.
Every time I look around, I picture you
As your eyes are so deep like the ocean blue.
But I don't want this, seeing you wherever I go.
Because you're dead, and everything is going slow.
As I open and close my eyes, you're drifting.
Like you were never here, like things are shifting.
I feel lost, gone, not here.
As if I disappeared.
Into the sky I go.
When the wind takes me with the flow.
Every time this happens, I feel lost.
Like I'm some sort of ghost.
Every... fucking... time...
- Author: TheWritingInstrument ( Offline)
- Published: September 7th, 2016 09:53
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
So So sad ANGEL to be lost in space and time ~ Hope you find a release back into reality asap. Thinking of you praying for you ~ Love BRIAN Please check my latest poem THE UMBERELLA MAN ~ Thanks B
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