Haunted
I’m feeling homesick for a home that chose to leave me.
Though I’ve tried so hard, my soul still feels defeated.
All that patience, strong, now depleted,
I still love just as much and I can’t believe it.
I miss her smile, the way she’d laugh,
whenever she was nervous, I want her back.
Though the one I love is one with past,
everybody changes, she sure has fast.
I guess these things are not build to last,
perhaps, there is some beauty to that.
My joy as fragile as my life and glass,
it all will just come to pass.
So I belong to the one that left,
not the one out there,
but the soul who couldn’t be without my breath.
We are both victims to a theft.
I am left on my knees, missing a life I never lived,
people that never got a chance to breathe,
a home that hasn’t laid a single brick.
I miss a lot, but hey, we tried at least.
It hurts to reminisce, as it hurts to be,
for nothing seems to be as good to me.
I lay on a field, looking high,
waiting for time to pass me by.
Only it can make me forget,
though I fear I’m already in debt,
as I’ve talked too much to God and begged,
and the arrows, seems have slept.
If she is my ghost, I the haunted,
I’d rather have her here than nowhere.
For she is still and forever,
the most beautiful out there.
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