Haunted by the voices in the head
I can almost feel your presence
Every move taken,
Leaves your footprints behind
All that Is left are flashbacks,
Memories can be nightmares sometimes
Looking back at the wasted times
Wishing to reverse time
Take me back to the crazy old days and nights
A third eye would not understand this.
Trying so hard to divert the thoughts
But they all round off to the starting point
Soul dead yet looks perfectly fine
Hiding the heartaches behind fake smiles and laughter
And when the sky turns blue,
The torments begin.
I slide the screen back and forth
Can almost see you smiling and laughing
Feels like you can come out and hold my hands
Delusional I suppose
Wishing the sun not to come out
Because you dwell its brightness and warmth.
Oh memories!
K