The memories, the loving,
the longing, the dread.
The ghost of me still lives in your head.
You see me, you shutter, you stutter turn red.
The ghost of me remains undead.
Alone with him.
There’s nothings left..
My ghost still haunt
your lovers nest…
The obsessions, the confessions,
the unlearn lessons.
Until my ghost is no longer pleasant..
Sep 21, 2024
Sep 21, 2024 at 7:18 PM UTC
The memories, the loving,
the longing, the dread.
The ghost of me still lives in your head.
You see me, you shutter, you stutter turn red.
The ghost of me remains undead.
Alone with him.
There’s nothings left..
My ghost still haunt
your lovers nest…
The obsessions, the confessions,
the unlearn lessons.
Until my ghost is no longer pleasant..
Traveler 🧳 Tim
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