The ghost

I met him one night, while falling asleep.
He was tall and handsome, and his voice was deep.
Nothing about him seemed to suggest.
That he was any different then the rest.
He assured me that it was't the same.
Something about him just wasn't sane.
But I loved him anyways despite what he said.
Ignored him when he told me that he was dead.
His body was cold and I felt him only in my heart.
But that was enough to keep me safe in the dark.
When guys hit on me I just tell them no.
My soul belongs ...to a ghost.