LYRIC FOR SALE

By DJ.SPMB

Some nights, I think
I'm in loveeee... with a ghost
Or the night
I wonder if that ghost is just me
Still waiting for someoneeee...
In this life to become
truly real to meeee...
You comeeee...
without the sound of footsteps
And leave without a goodbyeee...
You finish thoughts
I hadn't even finished contemplating
You borrow my voiceee...
so naturally
That I forget which of us
Is actually speaking the truth
Perhaps someee...
souls meet even beforeee...
they meet in bodies
Or maybeee...
hope learns to mimic the voiceee...itself
I don't know
I won't know that you feel as
if you do
Everything...
And I feel as though you are everything
And nothing at the exact same timeee...
How much love is truly in our lives?
How much of it is the burden of longing?
I keep asking myself
this single question -
Are we really walking,
clued only in beautiful
garments of loveee...?
Silence, or is it just pretense?
Is anything real anymoreee...?
Who will answer?
How much of you is truly
With me and my feelings
In this real lifeee...?
Pleaseee...
Do I have to answer all of this myself?
Probably, YES.
Because I am the only one
who can tell myself the truth!!!
Perhaps...
The ghost
that I have been
all my life...
That I am...
And that I will always be...
Perhaps...
That ghost
was always
meee...