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Funky Love Ghost

I spoke to the bottle

and it spoke back

I smiled and i laughed

and gave it a smack

 

Too silly to care

if I knew what to do

cuz all I could think of

was talking to you

 

Alone in the night

bout to fall from my chair

I heard your voice

turned, and you were not there

 

I looked around slowly

in fear of your ghost

to see you again dear

I dreaded the most

 

Not cuz i dont love you

or cuz i dont feel

it's just that the phantom

would cease to be real

 

And if you did come now

I guess I could cope

and dwell in the morning

with residual hope

 

I am full of poison

and spirits consume me

my mind is a blur now

and yet I'm not free

 

so leave me to deal with

my anger and pride

as I drink myself stupid

and enjoy the ride

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sherrie-lee-hurd
English
Published
Jun 25, 2010
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Quick fleeting glimpses of the ghost that I love- From The Dark Faerie Journal

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