Most nights I would stare at the window
Watching the moon dancing with the stars
And praying for your rest in peace
But still, it wouldn't be enough.
We still do trick or treat:
I'm giving you all of my sweets
And you're ghosting me as if you're dead
You keep haunting me in my sleep
Are you buried six feet under my bed?
You come back every year, just like Halloween
But this time I'm tired of waiting for you.
I'm tired of opening my door to let you in.
I want to let you go, can you please rest in peace?
'Cause at this point, you're dead to me.
YOU ARE READING
MY SIDE OF THE STORY
PoetryDuring the past few years I found out that people I used to be friends with would talk about me behind the scenes, creating their own scripts and scenarios & making me the villain in their own story. Not only that, the general public, along with soc...
