Haunted
You're watching me watch you,
or am I watching you watch me?
It makes no difference to me,
that isn't what's important really.
The Pain seems to get a little worse
with each and every passing day.
I wonder, do you feel this way?
"It will get much easier", they say.
All you had to say was simply "I love you".
Your blue eyes were the wicked tool
that you used to steal my Heart, my Body, and my Soul.
I wonder, do you realize you took complete Control?
The one thing I can't ever have,
is the thing I've always wanted.
But my Heart weeps, Foolishly undaunted,
because by Ghosts of a deeper Love, it's Haunted.
by weepingwillow
2019
