When you become a ghost, Feel free to haunt me. I’d be lonely otherwise. You’re the only thing I have Keeping my feet planted on well known soil. I wonder if when you decide to leave, If the same should happen to myself? We both know we are running out of time. Of air; Of patience. It’s all I can do to stay here for you, Darling. I’m very unhappy.
I have dreamt of this many times The warm hand resting on my ribcage Rolling over to find love sleeping soundly Gentle calls of frustration about running out of cream Rushing out the door, late due to too long kisses goodbye Simple little dreams of simple little pleasures Yet when I find them I feel like a ghost Hollow and never quite present Seeing it all unfold but it passes right through me I have never belonged in my dreams Because I dream of being someone else.
Dear Sunshine, Thank you for waking me up today, But the rainclouds won't go away. It seems a little brighter today. When you're here, They seem to fade away. Sometimes I feel afraid, Sometimes I feel done, But when I hold you tight, You push the rainy day away.