ALMOST
You're almost in love with me...

My poems are always unhappy,
Never light and full of hope...

Im going to be ok, yes now I see
Cause these poems they set me free...

I walked up the stairs up to his house
I walked through the door and saw them...

There are things I would love to tell you,
But I don't think I can...

Am I a ghost, do you not see me standing here?
All this hurt you've caused, but I doubt you are...

When will you wake up and see
That I'll never be perfect, I'll just be me...

She lays there so still, so fragile, so weak.
Shes coming down again, so just wants to sleep...