The ghost of you never left me alone.
My thoughts they are catastrophic,
Who am I without you around?
A blank canvas,
An unwritten book,
A poet who lost her juice.
Who am I?
Without you to tell me who I can be.
Who am I?
My silence is what's killing me.
Strangled,
I am chocking in my thoughts.
Reaching,
What I am craving is your touch.
Worthless and empty,
That's what I feel the most inside.
I turn around with the hope of seeing your ghost tonight.