Hey Moon

When I first met you, I thought that I wouldn't be someone you'd talk to on the daily basis. Slowly in the midst of summer you haunted my mind. (in a good way) Everytime I would close my eyes, your face would be there. You were engraved into my eyelids, and I like that a lot. I couldn't help but stalk your Instagram from time to time, just to be hypnotized by you. You became my favorite song, a song I wanna listen to forever. I wish I had the guts to tell you this, but I can only confess here. 

Mr Moon Man

The other night I was looking at the moon, it was bright and blue. I too that night felt blue, as if my face felt numb. The soft breeze blowing against my skin, my tears frigid as the Arctic. I was alone, the only noise being the loud sound from my headphones and the crickets chirping. I sit alone on my back porch, feeling only dejection inside my body. The moon casting its beautiful silver lighting onto my soaked face. I wish I was the beautiful moon, maybe then the people around would see me.

Ghosting Along

  I feel like a ghost walking along the halls of this school, just passing through. I don't think anyone will ever search for my spirit, nor will I try to haunt them. I will be abandoned like a haunted house. Longing for someone to come inside, and for them to feel my presence. 

I am nothing, but white fog in people's lives.  A simple whisper in people's ears. People only ever look for my phantom when they want a haunting spirit. 

I will disappear into the abyss of the outlying rooms in my paranormal house, where at night I can wander and feel free. Only I can see me, and hear my desperate cries. Will anyone look for my specter of light in photos? Will anyone search for my spirit?