
the door
of your empty room
hangs open accusingly;
ghosts of the near past
are everywhere
i loved you
so much
for so long
and then
you were gone;
ghosts of a distant past
are everywhere
you gave me your heart
and then
you took it away
and if i listen closely
i can still
feel the pain;
ghosts of a time we lost
are everywhere
you gave me
your sunshine
your thunder
as well
you took me
to heaven
you left me
in hell;
ghosts of a dear past
are everywhere
you said
goodbye
but you couldn't
say why
the ghost of you
of me
of us
of then;
there will always be ghosts
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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