Spirit of my Room

Every night when i cry.
I see you standing in my room,
Watching me,
with eyes no-one else can see.

A woman, brown hair,
slightly waved, standing there.
Long dress, a beautiful body,
you posses.

It seems no-one else can see you.
They just walk right through you.
You would visit me me at times, when i least expected.
making me wonder if you've ever been resurrected.

I want to help you,
I really do.
but saying my name in the middle of the night,
caused me way to much fright.

I'm sorry when i turned you down,
It was probably the only time you were brave enough,
to call my name for help,
I think back at the night you called my name and frown.

I shouldn't thought about my feelings!
It was the only chance i got,
I shouldn't have surrendered to my fear.
Now I'm feeling stupid of what i did.

I really want to know who you were,
How you died,
And if you ever cried.
I want where you are now.

You were the only one who accompanied me,
In my lonely hours,
Watching every crystal tear slide,
down my cheek, on my sheet.

~** It is true i really see a women with these descriptions in the corner from my room, one night she called my name, and i looked the other way, normally i look for these moments but when it happened to me....i shut my shell... i haven't seen her ever since, but i really want to help her so if you know how to call her forth...plz inform me about it. Thank you**~