I Am Emotionally Needy
Lost Ghost (poem)... While reading the poem:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ek4WVJSk2W4
<u>Lost Ghost</u>
You don't really want to hear these words
For your ears are no longer yours
You gave them away
To a symbol of love but not loving
Who stole your childhood
Took away your dreams
Placed them in a grave never to be seen again
Never to be noticed
Faded drapes, colour lost to the sun
Fading from me
Lost unknown heart
Lost to a part in a play
On a stage you did not choose
An empty sc<x>ript with nothing to say
Lost in the shadows
A ghost looking for a home
An awful addiction of mine
From my trained childhood starvation
Trying to love your pieces
Your need to be healed
Your incomplete emotions
Your hesitation
For the one who loved me
Loved me in this way
Frail and alone
Reaching but never unspun
Swimming in freedom but drowning
The restrictions her own
Tilting at windmills
Much like your fingers on my heart
Trying to hold with lifeless cold fingers
Me warming them
I know this warmth disgusts you
Despised by my audacity to not disguise
That awful weakness
That I feel
I am done trying
You are on your own ghost
To explore your silent, dark and empty rooms
I am not your home
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ek4WVJSk2W4
<u>Lost Ghost</u>
You don't really want to hear these words
For your ears are no longer yours
You gave them away
To a symbol of love but not loving
Who stole your childhood
Took away your dreams
Placed them in a grave never to be seen again
Never to be noticed
Faded drapes, colour lost to the sun
Fading from me
Lost unknown heart
Lost to a part in a play
On a stage you did not choose
An empty sc<x>ript with nothing to say
Lost in the shadows
A ghost looking for a home
An awful addiction of mine
From my trained childhood starvation
Trying to love your pieces
Your need to be healed
Your incomplete emotions
Your hesitation
For the one who loved me
Loved me in this way
Frail and alone
Reaching but never unspun
Swimming in freedom but drowning
The restrictions her own
Tilting at windmills
Much like your fingers on my heart
Trying to hold with lifeless cold fingers
Me warming them
I know this warmth disgusts you
Despised by my audacity to not disguise
That awful weakness
That I feel
I am done trying
You are on your own ghost
To explore your silent, dark and empty rooms
I am not your home