Haunting
Every corner I turn there is a ghost. It haunts my every move, my every dream. You say its all in my head that its only a figure of my imagination.
The ghost is more than that you hold it on a high pedal stool, comparing it to everything I do. When did I stop being your inspiration? How could you bury me six feet under and hold this ghost so high up above ME?
All is closing in with every corner I turn its there, with every breath I take its in my air. I look in your eyes and I dont see mine, I see the ghost, a ghost who isnt real, who doesnt love you, who isnt coming back.
They say time heals all. Where is my salvation? Where is MY forgiveness? As I tumble down a dark cave, hoping youll be there to catch me at the bottom, falling faster and faster but when I get there I feel a cold draft and see the ghost, the same one that has haunted me all along.
As long as this ghost existsour love does not; as long as this ghost holds fast to youyou dont hold on to me; as long as this ghost is in your eyesI will never see mine!
©Velvet Moon 
