
YOU
I can see your brown eyes
piercing inside of me
finding something
I'm not certain of
I can feel your soft lips
kissing me goodnight
everytime we say our goodbye's
before I doze off to dreamland
I can feel your sweaty palms
intertwined with my hands
holding me so tight
so that I won't fall of that ledge
when I was about to give up
Yes, I can feel you
your whole being
but I can't have a glimpse of you
or even really hold you...
Because you're just a ghost
I've made with my stupid mind
This poem is about:
Me