There was little that dribbled from my pen
On the night where I desired it most
And your ghost haunted my fingertips
And the words I said haunted my lips
And there was nothing left but silence
And emotions that no one felt
And there was nothing left to say
Because the air swept it away
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
There was little that dribbled from my pen
On the night where I desired it most
And your ghost haunted my fingertips
And the words I said haunted my lips
And there was nothing left but silence
And emotions that no one felt
And there was nothing left to say
Because the air swept it away
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