A ghost has touched my fingertips
they ache, they shake with fear
Into my feet it flows
and gets hold of me,
grows
This is no joke, love
we should run
before it is too late or before-
what is that?
you shake your head, you're not afraid?
Then I will run alone,
as I use to;
as it has shown to be
my safeguard system
not for me, my love:
for you.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
A ghost has touched my fingertips
they ache, they shake with fear
Into my feet it flows
and gets hold of me,
grows
This is no joke, love
we should run
before it is too late or before-
what is that?
you shake your head, you're not afraid?
Then I will run alone,
as I use to;
as it has shown to be
my safeguard system
not for me, my love:
for you.
*I think I'm somewhat bipolar... one day I jump, the next....
