You are clear, as I am ghostly you would never notice me,
like I would want my love, although they say I’m a factor of breath,
Yet I am softer than
your roughened edges
I can be fogged up, but they see right through you out to me.
But you have never noticed me, my dear,
nobody has unless they inhaled and exhaled me.
The future of us is very foggy and
reflective of the human’s decisions, which you can break.
I can be less than before.
Oh how I would like to help that brokenness,
but with my ghostly limbs, I cannot.
Unfoundedly, when you break it somehow is at fault,
or the fluffy beast the humans call a pet.
And, this is how it will stay me far from your grasp,
whilst I watch you
fall fall…
fall
and break.
Alike my heart for you when I see you break.
But my pains for you to see are literally impossible to see.
I’m so ghostly, where you’re so clear and clean-cut.
Oh, how I wish I could be seen by the eyes of you, but at last you look right through me, since my skin is so deceptive,
and cannot be seen by you, my dear.
I wish.. I wish!
I wish
I could be seen, by your crystal eyes, as they clear the light for the others to see.
But for me, that is not an option, but one can dream that to be a reality… right?
The pain, irritation of not being able to not be seen is so unfortunate… Especially when I’m in love with someone as beautiful as you.
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Sea of death - Poetry
PoesiaA book of poetry I wrote, was published on other things. Or it's stright up a call out / vent about someone. And typically those ones are obviously about someone.
