I knew you’d never cross my way,
yet hope deceived my heart each day.
My heart holds only your memories true,
my eyes just illusions, still painted of you,
a ghost of love that chose to stay.
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 5:55 AM UTC
I knew you’d never cross my way,
yet hope deceived my heart each day.
My heart holds only your memories true,
my eyes just illusions, still painted of you,
a ghost of love that chose to stay.