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Jan 2017
Languishing into a dream
As though it would be what
It only seems, lying awake
Through it all, ruining everything
I know what is right, but
I think I may pay the price
For the day grows long and cold
Yearning only hurts the most
Proudly buried into wistful smiles
I closed the door long ago
Reaching out my window
Waiting for a distant call
Never becoming what I thought
Becoming everything you are
I hate the way it all sounds
Honesty never was beauty
Throw it all away, into a distant haze
The wind too cold and bold
Issuing the residence away
Just a passive look, a wonder
A second glance, an extra laugh
It always pulls me into that dream
A dream I wish I never would take
But it takes me, encompass me
Ghost Writer 3
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Ghost Writer 3  San Fransisco
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