Why won’t you just love me?
And look into my eyes?
So I can show you my secrets..
My secrets, and my lies.
I want your arms around me;
In the darkness of the night;
And you’d be holding me tight.
In the slowly rising light.
I want it to be just you and I,
All alone, you and me.
See the world, and try new things.
How happy we could be..
But it’s all just a fantasy.
Just a little dream.
But oh, if it came true..
How fake it would only seem.
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The Ghosts of my past.
PoetryLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.