The ghost of love

by ana   Jul 30, 2007


Here i am
standing like that night I
can't get my clothes of
but they are ripped
the white became brown
my hair is gray
but the feeling is the same
the ghost of love comes
the ghost that reminds me that you are dead
my feet hurt
just like my heart
and it keeps looking for a place where I can find the light
but it doesn't exist
and I keep searching like I'd still have some hope
but it went to the crypt with you
I had so much illusion
but my happiness died like you.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    Wow that's great i really liked it keep it up shanik