why?
why?
why?
This is the question that constantly runs around my head,
You're so hard to read,
like a fun house mirror which obscures the real image,
was it all a front or are there glimpses there,
glimpses of a love for me that could be true,
you always said you cared but it didn't seem that way at times,
I felt as though I was apart of your act,
I want to see you, to hold you, for you to tell me everything is going to be okay,
but it no longer will because you've disappeared, vanished into thin air,
And I'm left here to wonder whether it actually happened or I dreamt it,
forever cursed by troubled sleep
