The high-pitched noise lingers in my head
Then I heard your voice, like you whispered
Inside my ears, it felt like your mouth was glued
And in every corner of this place, there's an essence of you
Every step I took, I always tripped
Everywhere I look, it always looks dead
Everytime I think, I'm shaking my head
Wondering if my delusions came true
Since I am haunted by the ghost of you
I screamed, begging you to leave this place
This is the last time I want to see your face
Just leave; I'm down on my knees, devastated
I can't close my eyes; I can't open them
My senses—vision, hearing, thinking, and heart—were all haunted
Only you were the suspect
YOU ARE READING
untrue (we were once real)
PoesíaWould I let go if it's close to reality or would I hold on if it's better in my fantasies? With the feeling of regret, I'll never recover if you're the nightmare. Is it real? Is it delusions? Is it UNTRUE?
