We should have grown up a lot in the month’s in-between.
I saw you the other day, you looked Immortal.
Perfect, detailed, like no other Greek sculpture I have ever seen.
What we could have had, sure, it would have broke laws. It would have been ahead of its time, but what was mine then, remains yours. Will the ghost of you ever learn to materialize before it speaks in the night?
See last night, you walsed into my bedroom. I was asleep but you always seem to know where I am, in my dreams.
When I woke up I tried to piece this together, have you any idea how long it took?
See I was growing weary of my indirect apologies on facebook. So this my way of calming down yet another potential disaster. And I want to tell you, that, I understand, why you could not answer.
I understand, why you cut the engine off before we were even mobile. I mean you got your fair share of cuts and bruises in the first accident.
Here we are again, you're still the stubborn ghost.In my head, my dreams, my heart, and I'm pathetically hanging to the duty of being your foolish host
Ceaser Mata
No comments:
Post a Comment