You'll never show up the way I wish you would.
So to everyone else- you're just my ghost.
YOU ARE READING
Can you feel this?
PoésieMy inner feelings. The ones I tell no one. The thoughts of you that pass my brain mostly - but if you can feel some of these things, some of these deep, twisted feelings. I'm sorry. You're not alone though. <3
Ghost.
You'll never show up the way I wish you would.
So to everyone else- you're just my ghost.
