I sit perched on the wet concrete
My cigarette in one hand nearly burning my hand
The warmth is wanted
For the cigarette smoke curls into the shape of the ghosts before me
The ghosts of my past
The ghosts of love that haunt me
I glance at a puddle,
The puddle that reflects everything
The street sign
The walls
The alleyway behind me
But my face is blurred into a droplet of lies
Why do i feel haunted
Not always by ghosts
But by the person i used to be
And the premonition of the person i will become
The one that's still unclear
The one that might not exist in a couple days
The one who is disappearing
The ghost
That haunts
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 6:41 AM UTC
I sit perched on the wet concrete
My cigarette in one hand nearly burning my hand
The warmth is wanted
For the cigarette smoke curls into the shape of the ghosts before me
The ghosts of my past
The ghosts of love that haunt me
I glance at a puddle,
The puddle that reflects everything
The street sign
The walls
The alleyway behind me
But my face is blurred into a droplet of lies
Why do i feel haunted
Not always by ghosts
But by the person i used to be
And the premonition of the person i will become
The one that's still unclear
The one that might not exist in a couple days
The one who is disappearing
The ghost
That haunts
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