Sep 2013
Someone once told me;
the words that haunt you the longest
are the ones you never say.
The syllables I never spoke
follow me like ghosts.
Every clause that never
rolled off your tender lips
keep me up like
bumps in the night.
A thousand ghosts
that refuse to leave.
Every cool breeze
is a sentence I forgot.
I'm running fast,
but they're faster than me.
Every muffled screech,
Every subtle thud.
I'm begging these ghosts
to let me grieve.
the words that haunt you the longest
are the ones you never say.
The syllables I never spoke
follow me like ghosts.
Every clause that never
rolled off your tender lips
keep me up like
bumps in the night.
A thousand ghosts
that refuse to leave.
Every cool breeze
is a sentence I forgot.
I'm running fast,
but they're faster than me.
Every muffled screech,
Every subtle thud.
I'm begging these ghosts
to let me grieve.
