Ghosts

by ephemera   May 11, 2012


Like rain cutting through dust
Softly with echoes of old innocence,
I declaim my love until I draw you out.
To those late nights we stayed out talking,
Of life, dreams, and the inevitable end,
I've engraved them with my heart's blood on my soul
Because you brought out the best in me, at times,
And because I learned not to shy away from shadows.

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