I was told that god Is the father for the Fatherless Well, he has a lot in Common with my father Because, they both Abandoned me when I needed them the most
To those who are religious, please don't take this poem as an insult.
The history of our skin Remains the same Because our scars tell The stories we could Never tell But when they heal I’ll cut all ties to the past And live in the present
I never believed in ghosts Until she told me to move on I’ve been sticking to the shadows Of the past, trying to bring to life What once made me feel so alive I often wonder, when love fades away Did it ever exist in the first place Or was it the ghost of something That died long ago