I see you in the shadows of my mind
not far behind
you're always there
gotten used to you not being around
It's not always fair.
I'm haunted by the ghost of you
you sit quietly in my room
never alone with the thought of you
but I need to be free
so this is me
letting go
of the ghost of you
YOU ARE READING
META
PoetryWhen the metamorphosis came, I was not ready. Change is not easy, when you're too young. My brand new wings sprouted from behind me, it burned like hell, but I stayed strong. There was people that needed me, dreams that I needed to complete. I could...
