does she see it?
does she feel it?
does she know my thoughts too?or is it just because I'm tired
and she doesn't have a clue?can she see me slipping away?
can she feel a ghost in the room?
can she comprehend what all this means?or is she unaware of my doom?
will she understand tomorrow why I couldn't look her way?
will she guess the things I never had the courage to say?
will she be confused and angry, and think the blame is not mine?or does she know that I was slipping through her fingers all the time?
slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to catch her every minute
the feeling in it
slipping through my fingers all the time
do I even see what's in her mind?
each time I think I'm close to knowing,
she keeps on growingslipping through my fingers all the time
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Words In My Head
PoetryThe thoughts and musings of no-one in particular. A collection of short-stories and poems.