Yeah, right! Go with that!
I would like to say that I am the kind of person that just moves on. The kind that doesn't care enough or pay enough attention to miss the simple little things. Well, that's not me. I miss little things and big things alike. It's like the song says, "I can lie to myself", but what's the point? I know what I feel. I know what I miss. I know why I miss it. There's something in you that has never been in anyone else and I want that again. I want to believe that it can exist again since you are a ghost in my past now.
Sometimes I send an email to your old address because I want to pretend that you'll get it. That you'll know that I am thinking about you. That you'll know you are forever in my heart. When it bounces back and tells me the address no longer exists, I remember you are a ghost. I wonder if you're alright. I wonder if you're happy now. I wonder if you miss me, too. I wonder if you're out there under this same big sky wishing on the airplanes in the night sky... And, in the end, I remember that you see me for me and love me just the same. And so it goes...
I would like to say that I am the kind of person that just moves on. The kind that doesn't care enough or pay enough attention to miss the simple little things. Well, that's not me. I miss little things and big things alike. It's like the song says, "I can lie to myself", but what's the point? I know what I feel. I know what I miss. I know why I miss it. There's something in you that has never been in anyone else and I want that again. I want to believe that it can exist again since you are a ghost in my past now.
Sometimes I send an email to your old address because I want to pretend that you'll get it. That you'll know that I am thinking about you. That you'll know you are forever in my heart. When it bounces back and tells me the address no longer exists, I remember you are a ghost. I wonder if you're alright. I wonder if you're happy now. I wonder if you miss me, too. I wonder if you're out there under this same big sky wishing on the airplanes in the night sky... And, in the end, I remember that you see me for me and love me just the same. And so it goes...
I don't think ghosts are real, I think people hide for reasons...or people hide their lives for reasons as to not hurt others!! There's no stars above me right now...just the start of another day
ReplyDeleteI believe in not hiding. Hurt comes regardless. I would rather live out loud and fully and bear the challenges of what comes with it!
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