Ghostwryta

Shhh! don't tell anybody i'm writing what you are feeling
what you are too afraid to feel, or to express
or to think,
i am the horse that dove in, while you couldn't be pushed to drink
i am the well you cast your stones in as bounty hunters
hunting for the grantor of your wishes
and as your wish drown in a pool of lost ones
i give you hope for riches
i am that connection you felt when that young lady strolled passed you and smiled like she knew that you were thinking that she was a walking angel, a gift from God sent here just for you while you put your head down in shame, because your eyes told your story, but she liked you, because i told her what you thought.
But you have to make her love you on your own...