He crooned soft and slow
Bringing the harsh truth to light
The ghosts of my past
They haunt me like the rest of them
I've never begged them to leave
Your sublime words were a worn blanket
They kept me warm for passing weeks
Before fading just like your smile
Mine is becoming more jaded every morning.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
He crooned soft and slow
Bringing the harsh truth to light
The ghosts of my past
They haunt me like the rest of them
I've never begged them to leave
Your sublime words were a worn blanket
They kept me warm for passing weeks
Before fading just like your smile
Mine is becoming more jaded every morning.
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