Love is Lonely

Ghost

Ghost
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Here I stand after a year
Thinking about things I can tear
There is nothing left to be
As you took all the best of me
I can’t adapt to what you made of me
If ghosts exist you’re a one to be

I just want a moment to quit
I’m still in, cleaning your shit
By the flu of memories I’m hit
Recalling all forgetting a bit
Your name is something I can’t even spit
But you represent all that I find to fit

I stare into our images
I reach to your hair
To your legs on the chair
I reach to those lips
Sense your soft tender hips
I long for your smell
Making fire in me like hell
I give you an eye to eye
Like a first time you get shy
I cut the images
For you are not real
For you are not here
For you I will never heal

Madness can not deliver myself
A proper remedy from the shelf
After a some months of twelve
We’re apart like a giant and a dwarf
Your name is something I can’t even spit
But you represent all that I find to fit