Arthur Willhelm

We Are a Ghost

Under summer skies,
with the sun licking our
faces, I realized you
didn’t make me happy,
and I didn’t make you smile anymore,
there is someone out there
that can make you laugh,
but it isn’t me,
there is someone out there
that can make me happy
and it isn’t you, time is a bitch,
but a beautiful one,
I will never take for
granted the good times,
but the bad times,
they slowly killed us,
and while you were out
finding your greener grass,
I found mine,
so let the onlookers mourn,
because we’ve been dead for a while.

 

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