i'm out of time,
you're out of touch,
we're always out of place and such.
are you the ghost from my nightmare?
it seems they've always had a clutch.
almost real enough to see,
despite your distorted love;
i knew it would never truly be-
unless we were both up above,
looking down from clouds of coloured dove.
we could see each other from a far
knowing the others feelings and thoughts
with the slight pluck of your guitar.
i know you at least care,
but not until i know you're aware.
perhaps the stars align again-
we're written in putrid tar that's disputed among the skyline,
thank you for patiently waiting on my decline.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
