Water desending down my cheek,
My vision fading to a blur.
My state of mind immensuly weak.
Can't seize the images of her.
...
The love I manufacture keeps producing.
My feelings for you not evaporating.
There is a leakage in my heart,
Because it has been cracked so many times before.
...
A ghost is a soul that gets trapped halfway.
I am a person that got trapped when it was just another beautiful day.
Ghosts linger anywhere they can find hope.
I linger toward you because you are my hope.
...
I have always been a hopeless romantic. I love to share my feelings through my poems. Sometimes how I think other people might feel. My dream is to be a poet...but then again that is just a dream.)
Dawn
Water desending down my cheek,
My vision fading to a blur.
My state of mind immensuly weak.
Can't seize the images of her.
Many percious memories,
Simultaneously running through my mind.
Overwhelming the brain,
Like a vicious mind disease,
of an establshed kind.
All emotions are realsed in an explosion,
detaching from your soul.
Become nonexistent,
and crave replenishment,
from the emotions absent that produced a hole.
Conscious practically absent,
body unresponisive,
eating habits insigificent.
defying all hope,
no faith to live on,
candle about to burn out,
Just lingering for the sun to rise at dawn.