I'm in love with a ghost.
He's not really there,
but is always with me.
His cold touch
is a familiar one.
His happy voice
is a comforting one.
He fades in and out
of my reality.
Sometimes, he get
the best of me.
I love him,
I really do.
I love that apparation,
like he were with me.
He isn't in my
imagination, yet he
isn't in my reality either.
I'm In love
With a Ghost.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
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