Shes like a living ghost, in the corner of my eyes
witching me to her post, binding, with no ties
Paths and dreams not taken, to where we could have been
wishing I could awaken, her spirit here, and felt within
The portions of my heart and soul, broken from the ride
the cost and pay of all the tolls, inviting her inside
Living as a husk and shell, of what I have attained
unfilled now, an empty well, a life that is restrained
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 8:19 AM UTC
Shes like a living ghost, in the corner of my eyes
witching me to her post, binding, with no ties
Paths and dreams not taken, to where we could have been
wishing I could awaken, her spirit here, and felt within
The portions of my heart and soul, broken from the ride
the cost and pay of all the tolls, inviting her inside
Living as a husk and shell, of what I have attained
unfilled now, an empty well, a life that is restrained
Yup, women can do that :D
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