I can't help it
You were like a ghost
In my life one moment
And gone the nextI'm trying to find the rest of the pieces
Something to prove
You were real
And not a figment of imaginationThere's hardly any
You never liked cameras
And our moments were never for long
I didn't have time to write it downOne
That's how much I have left
One
Only one thingIt's not even mine
But I still hold on
Trying to trap butterflies
In my hands is uselessIt is taken from far away
I can't see the scar on your brow
Or the freckles on your nose
I can hear you thoughThree words
They mean the world to me
Because for three words' worth of time
I am lost and freeYour strong voice carries me away
A reality all my own
Where I go to escape these feelings
And these peopleThese feelings of losing you
These people who don't care
These feelings of suffocation
These people choking meI can't remember your smell
Or your laugh
Or what your eyes look like
I'm only allowed tiny fractionsThey come to me in the dead of night
In the middle of the day
When I'm too tired to open my eyes
Too bored to moveFlashes of you
Your smile comes to my mind
But, like a butterfly
It flits away before I can look twiceEvery once in a while
When I sleep maybe
I dream of you
And it's a full pictureI live for that
It's sad really
The one I never see
Holds me togetherThe person that keeps me going
Probably can't tell you my name
Tragic really
How he can break me over and overAnd he doesn't even know it
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...