I play songs
over in my head.
Heart yearning for someone,
who vanished long ago.
She left behined a ghost
of the girl she once was.
Eye's fill with tears
chest aching with longing, wishes.
That will never come true.
It's plain and simple.
I want her back.
But evertime I try
she speeds faraway.
What shall I do?
For this thrist in my heart
refuses to be quenched.
