Unhappy birthday to me….
empty feelings,
i do what i have to do,
each day to get by,
living out my days alone.
Love is a ghost,
to me its there,
never to be held,
never to be touched.
A grace, a presence,
only a fleeting moment,
a glance in my eye,
a word on my tounge.
the thoughts in me,
never expressed,
too deep to speak,
it pours from me.
my skin tastes of you,
my eyes flood,
then i return,
no one seeing me,
my feelings float,
passionate,
deprived of you,
your touch.
my heart hangs low,
aches and longs,
my eyes tear,
memories blur…
existing hurts sometimes. Im feeling really down right now. i miss a lot of things and i feel like i cant control anything. I am just in a world of emotions i cant even begin to explain.
oh, yes, you're still in every dream, except these days i wake up sad.
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