When You Were Mine

Do not look toward me
Again I would follow the black mist
If only to lead to the same fate
Were there any
Do not look toward me
My lament heart wants to keep you alive
Like my child’s peanut butter fingers
Sticking to my skirt
Do not look toward me
Go away
I am so sick of your sorrow
Is my sorrow
Is my sorrow
Do not look toward me
Tomorrow steps closer to harm
Were it your breath to speak for Gun
Oh please Sir Westwind Hum
Do not let us be for naught
If I was ever your wish
And I can remember quite well
Do not look toward me
Because then I would have to admit
You cannot see a ghost

~ by Joy Suzanne Grazer on September 6, 2013.

Posted in Dreams, Impermanence, Longing, Love, Philosophy, Psychology, Relationships, Wisdom
Tags: Attachment, Desire, Emotion, Impermanence, Lovers, Time