I worship your ghost
And I look for your shadow
But I've forgotten
That I'm the phantom
Running along the corridor
Searching.....
For my broken heart
That you keep in a jar
Too many pieces
Of bleeding love
You stored
Too many bottles of life
You've ripped out
Where's mine?!
I fall down to the floor
Drowning with frustration
Choked with anger
Knowing......
I'm just another additional art
Of the broken heart you've collected

-Jessa