Wednesday, January 01, 2025

Of Ghosts and Magnets

 But I tried so hard 
Not to trace your steps.
Convincing myself 
Forgetting you would be the best.
Every street is tainted of you,
Every scent smells like you,
It is Suffocating yet 
It is making me breath.
I am drowning but
It's making me athirst.
But I still find myself 
Walking the same pavements,
And sitting 
On the same bench.
Cause you are like a magnet
That I'm drawn into.
And I'm the one haunted 
And you're the ghost 
Shadowing me through.
I supposed I'll never get to see 
The daylight nor the dawn,
But I cherish the stars 
In the night times that I've known.
And it is not actually nothing,
I believe it's something 
People like me
Can take away
In their lifetime.