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It's Always About You
I see demons in the corners of my eyes.
Maybe it's just the reflections from the tears I won't let fall.
I'm seeing things I swear,
But they all say I'm not keen to supernatural beings.
I lie and say that doesn't bother me,
But my chest was ripped apart,
Because one day I swore I saw you,
And I can't live with knowing you're really gone.
Your home is cold, and it waits for you,
But there's something even colder that waits for you,
She rots and writes poems for a ghost that she knows will never return.
Maybe it's just the reflections from the tears I won't let fall.
I'm seeing things I swear,
But they all say I'm not keen to supernatural beings.
I lie and say that doesn't bother me,
But my chest was ripped apart,
Because one day I swore I saw you,
And I can't live with knowing you're really gone.
Your home is cold, and it waits for you,
But there's something even colder that waits for you,
She rots and writes poems for a ghost that she knows will never return.
Published 12th Feb 2025
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13th Feb 2025 9:55pm
It's a beautiful poem, you do a very good job of conveying these feelings. I would say always remember that the sun will return and there will be warmth again.
17th Feb 2025 7:32pm
