To be a poet,
writing to a ghost, a lover,
for whom I needn't boast, to a thought, a dream,
a lover not there, not even far away,
jotting, until the words become cold,
the same ones you felt could start a fire,
now leaving you with frostbite.
Will these words reach you?
Will my heart reach you? writing to a dream,
cos dreams are perfect,
I don't know anymore, why I write of you,
a ghost in my...