Faithful Disquise

Holding on as tight as I can as you slip right through my hands.
In search of solid ground but theres none to be found.
A book so hard to read your pages stricken with disease.
I face it everyday…
everyday.
I know it’s hard sometimes to convey who you truly are a ghost lost in so many
hearts.
Faithful was only a disguise pulling the wall right over my eyes so lost in the
feeling of wanting something more I forget what it is I came here for.
Hiding behind whatever I can so afraid to stand.
Distance seems to do me good when all I want is to be closer to you.
The words have lost all meaning a sort of torture I’m used to feeling.
Drag my broken body hold me so very closely