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Ghost
So, I thought that my heart was beating again, but it was you stepping on the ground, pacing around my house.
Your brown eyes became red within the bleeding wounds in my skin.
Your curly hair is the spiral where I am every day, and I find myself looking for a single piece of you.
In dreams, I meet you in places that only lost souls can find. If you're not coming back, why are haunting me at night? The same thoughts that come to my mind: are you thinking of me? Have you missed me all these days?
I can still hear your voice above all the outside noise; I remember the exact tone, the one that used to disappear any thick haze, now I have lost myself trying to make you stay.
I have searched in the corners of every room, looking for a single piece of you, following fake whispers that come back in echoes every time I want to make you go away.
In dreams, you're telling me to be brave, to face the catastrophic facts, it seems that the truth has been cruel to me again.
© marsea
Your brown eyes became red within the bleeding wounds in my skin.
Your curly hair is the spiral where I am every day, and I find myself looking for a single piece of you.
In dreams, I meet you in places that only lost souls can find. If you're not coming back, why are haunting me at night? The same thoughts that come to my mind: are you thinking of me? Have you missed me all these days?
I can still hear your voice above all the outside noise; I remember the exact tone, the one that used to disappear any thick haze, now I have lost myself trying to make you stay.
I have searched in the corners of every room, looking for a single piece of you, following fake whispers that come back in echoes every time I want to make you go away.
In dreams, you're telling me to be brave, to face the catastrophic facts, it seems that the truth has been cruel to me again.
© marsea
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