If I can't remember your faces
Why do they bloom in the dark
And your voices, forgotten
Still haunt me in words?
If I left you behind,
Then how can you follow-
The ghosts of the night
The shadows of light.
Follow me to the quiet behind my eyes
Haunt my dreams.
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Thoughts Of An Insomniac
PoetryWhen I can't sleep My mind lives in a twilight Between beautiful thoughts and insomnia Where is it my thoughts go when the lights are out? a collection of words with extra spaces some may call poetry
Ghosts
If I can't remember your faces
Why do they bloom in the dark
And your voices, forgotten
Still haunt me in words?
If I left you behind,
Then how can you follow-
The ghosts of the night
The shadows of light.
Follow me to the quiet behind my eyes
Haunt my dreams.