Quick Poetry from Yesterday's Ghost
I’m not a mind reader but I need attention
And that makes me a crowd pleaser
So I let it go too far
I’m dealing with ghosts of affection.
Fibonacci - that this is a Figment of my imagination, bringing a passing of self deception.
Today, I went ten years into the past.
Can I go further?
Glass houses and shooting stars afar
I wonder if we come from mars.
Philosophy of Human
Phantom Memories
Imaginary friends all snowed in.
Disembodied souls
Somewhere in the unknown
Listen to my story
It wasn’t an a ghost or a demon.
It was a stormy frown
Electrifying the crowds.
Sometimes I wish I could crawl
Right into the blue sky
To cry with the clouds.
I acquired Wanderlust
But since I am fine dust
You kicked up a fuss
With white sheets of rain
I have become restless.
You want to talk about feelings:
I’ll be in the corner with the reasons
I was floating through seasons
Sneaking the inkling that
I was unconcerned, I was healing.
Until you flipped and I was dealing
With the suspicion that
You were cheating.
It was easy til it got deeper
And then I saw the reaper
To spy on; I don’t know.
I’m not a mind reader
but I need attention
From the ghosts of affection.
