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 growing
                              slipping 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.
 
                                               
                                                  