She's just a ghost,
hovering over me.
I'm sitting here,
waiting for her.
She's just a mask,
hanging on the wall.
Trees grow and fall,
just like our love.
Under the light,
you can see scars.
Don't dig too far,
you'll regret it.
We fell in love,
we fell in deep,
up to our knees.
We slowly sank,
we couldn't breathe,
love's a disease.
Quiet got loud,
you ran from the noise.
You had no choice,
you had no hope.
When you failed to die,
you prayed for hope.
But God said nope,
and finished the noose for you.
You were ****** dry,
as was your soul,
burnt like charcoal.
You chose to die,
but you weren't alive,
the whole time.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio