Today I'm a ghost,
the cold air whispers through window sills
and hot tea warms up my cup,
with a sip of mediocrity left in my mouth.
Today I'm a ghost,
the thoughts of you fade away
as imprints of blank space are what left remains.
Today I'm a ghost,
my skin pale white and my face numb,
I'm left with nothing.
Tomorrow your ghost leaves
and I can no longer be a ghost with you.
I'm not a ghost, I'm just alone.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 1:42 PM UTC
Today I'm a ghost,
the cold air whispers through window sills
and hot tea warms up my cup,
with a sip of mediocrity left in my mouth.
Today I'm a ghost,
the thoughts of you fade away
as imprints of blank space are what left remains.
Today I'm a ghost,
my skin pale white and my face numb,
I'm left with nothing.
Tomorrow your ghost leaves
and I can no longer be a ghost with you.
I'm not a ghost, I'm just alone.
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