Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Nights turn into nightmares Days prove no Exception I don't love you anymore But your memory Your touch, it lingers on my skin The whisper of your voice I love you It follows me, It haunts me. A tantalizing nostalgia How come No one ever told me The living can haunt the living
0
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
Ghosts of the Living
Nights turn into nightmares Days prove no Exception I don't love you anymore But your memory Your touch, it lingers on my skin The whisper of your voice I love you It follows me, It haunts me. A tantalizing nostalgia How come No one ever told me The living can haunt the living
biankhasarahi
Written by
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem