Everything seems better
Everyday seems brighter
Everyone seems happier
Even the air seems lighter,
But what about him?
Well, maybe he won't notice
The pain hidden away in the back of my mind
Maybe if he does, he'll ignore it
For his own good
And mine
Won't he still love you?
I hope so
He better not have lied
But I won't really know
Until I reach the place where I truly understand
The place after I have died
How will you know then?
He probably has things hidden away
Just like me,
Things he wants to keep away
Only to protect me
....
And maybe that knowledge should be enough
But it isn't
So why are you writing this poem then, if everything is okay?
You must have misunderstood.
The things I say seem to pass right through him
So perhaps he isn't the ghost I thought he was...
Maybe
In reality
I'm the illusion?
I really hope you can find some way of relating to this. I couldn't seem to get the words to flow right, and the rhythm seemed a little too forced, but whatever.
