Is it dead?
Everything you'd read,
The things you wrote with lead,
The trails you tread,
The lack of dread?
Is it dead?
Did you hit your head?
One day as you were pondering,
Wandering around the caverns of your mind.
Tell me, what did you find?
Yourself?
Everything I told you existed,
Persisted
Oh, how beautiful you are.
Did you hit your head?
Fall down a rabbit hole?
Because, darling,
Sometimes I hit my head,
And, for a second I'm in my right mind,
And missing you.
YOU ARE READING
Lillies and Ghosts
PoetryPoems for the young, the restless, or the mad. These are my words to you, always and forever~
