Can you hear me
When the echoes in my head
Are screaming louder
Than the softness of my bed
Do you see me
When I'm dancing alone
Hiding away
Invisible to be shown
Do you see me
When I'm a table away
Breathing in the words
That you have to say
Can you feel me
When I'm shining bright
Twirling like a top
On a Friday night
Can you feel me
When the rain no longer pours
Aching from the silence
That shrivels from the sun
Are you there
When I no longer see
Whether you are here or there
Or if you believe in me
Have I became a ghost
That moves in the shadows
Feeling you
Seeing you
But nothing will follow
Are there any words
That I can only mutter
To fill the holes
That have become so hollow
To show the love
That I do not remember
About the Creator
Kayton Hickenlooper
I write to clear my mind. To get out of the fog of daily confusion. An artist by heart. To live, laugh, and grow.
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