Why when I look,
do I see you,
and why when I speak,
do I hear you,
and why when I touch,
do I feel you,
are you suppoesed to be hear,
I thought you left,
but you stayed to haunt,
the hollow spaces,
that I left,
those empty places,
deep inside,
I once belived,
that I could hide,
but I was only deceiving,
how could I have thought,
that after everything,
I had sought,
that you would have come to help me take wing,
and leave this awful place,
that I once loved,
and finally be safe,
floating like a dove. |
