You wanted me to have the world,
But you never wanted me.
What possesses me to write about you in my sleep?
I guess I come back to you when I can't think.
You swim in between my eyes,
Making them flick back and forth.
Searching for you on the surface,
But I only find you within myself.
I feel your ghost,
At the farthest edge of my life.
Like the mist that just hangs in the air,
But you don't leave.
I don't want to forget you.
I don't want to be without your memory.
You made me who I am,
Who I'm supposed to be.
I guess our creators will always leave us,
Simply to show that we can be alone.
By remembering how it was,
I'm ruining what can be.
Comments: I'm starting to write while I'm half asleep, which is the reason for the title. I struggle with certain feelings, and they really seem to come to light when I'm tired and I don't have the energy to repress them.
