i found myself falling... whilst the world was standing still
i never knew that believing lies... would kill
sometimes breaking is the thing that hurts the most
there's no life left in this ghosttried my best to live, succeeded when i died
the only time i felt alive... is when i lied
trying to find the good in this host
there's no life left in this ghostand it's hard to take hate in overdose
because every-time i push away i get too close
it seems that the problem that i know
is that there's no life left in this ghostbut i know how i feel as i'm leaving
there's a happy life out there to believe in
YOU ARE READING
forever, in time.
Poetryforever, in time: my fifth album of poetry, building on all my experiences of happiness, love and heartbreak - new and old. 23rd February 2019. © 2019 Billy Waugh