I Write Poetry
You're an apparition.
You feel so near and distant, close and far away.
Your touch is cold, yet a vague warmth lingers.
Traces of your voice echoes inside my head - fleeting.
You haunt me at night,
When I can nearly feel you on my fingers.
Into myself, I keep on running - retreating.
You're that apparition now,
Because you chose not to stay.
How can I love a ghost?
Simple - It was always you that knew me the most.
I thought you'd light my way,
Yet the void you left is a chasm only I can fill.
Despite myself, I let go and pull away.
But I fear part of me will always love you still.
You're my apparition.
You feel so near and distant, close and far away.
Your touch is cold, yet a vague warmth lingers.
Traces of your voice echoes inside my head - fleeting.
You haunt me at night,
When I can nearly feel you on my fingers.
Into myself, I keep on running - retreating.
You're that apparition now,
Because you chose not to stay.
How can I love a ghost?
Simple - It was always you that knew me the most.
I thought you'd light my way,
Yet the void you left is a chasm only I can fill.
Despite myself, I let go and pull away.
But I fear part of me will always love you still.
You're my apparition.