I kept pretending you’d
Come back
And called it hope.
I kept hoping you’d
Come back
And called it love.
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I kept pretending you’d
Come back
And called it hope.
I kept hoping you’d
Come back
And called it love.
You ran away from me
As if I were a ghost
Haunting your present
With your past.
You did not even look back
As if I would find you
And curse your present
With your past.
We wander across these untraveled paths
Leaving behind the luxury of certainty.
We sketch dreams onto our lives;
We live those dreams and alas, calamity.
She has a pool of happiness
She swims twice a day in.
I have a pool of sadness
I hardly seem to leave.
“She’s full of life”, they say.
“He’s dead inside”, they say.
Why can’t you hear
The songs I sing
While I am deafened by
The sound of your silence?