This icy morning chills me
No warmth for my bones
Just frozen touches of misery
Wind like a Banshee moans

Bitter thoughts in my head
No one to ever tenderly want
For I am one with the undead
As this torment continues to haunt

If only love could come my way
Temptation to warm this soul
Someone to show hope this day
To allow my lost emotions flow

i miss you are dead
somewhere
dead maybe

you were alive once
unknown
,but knowing  . how

like it feels to dark within
the instant upon looking
through wet neatness of
glass onto the rain

where a city is

and say, "because it stops for no one."

We are lost love ~
Beneath years of expectation and doubt ~
Struggling against the rubble with the hope to stand strong again  ~
Days drift into night and I am weary from collecting moments without you ~
Hold tight onto my hand ~
We will lift these rocks and allow the sun to penetrate the darkness ~
We will see each other's eyes for the first time again ~
We will let go of old habits ~
And start our path anew ~
We are lost love ~
But together we'll find our way ~

Copyright © Tia Jane Fajardo

Do you understand
Your rights and your wrongs
The mistakes that fuel these specters' haunting songs
The rights and good will
That almost drive them away
No
You can't
You don't
You won't
You want them to stay

Can you hear
Can you see
All of the ghosts
The ghosts that haunt your dreams

Ghosts from the past
Haunt your present day
Phantoms from the future
Over run your brain
It's enough to drive you insane