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Chasing Ghosts

Forsake the rain-drenched window The world still looks the same Your shade of eye, contradicts The clouds colour when it rains I think of how your eyes would change Depending on your mood From almost green, they morph Into a cloudless, summer blue I'm scared I'll never understand Or have anyone to blame But I guess I'm not the victim In life's cruel, fatal game And even if I conjour up A word to ease the pain Without your voice to speak The word would never sound the same Craving warmth, just something That reminds me you were here Crying permits no comfort Just comfirms my greatest fears Aching for a trace of you I pull the covers tight Your lost scent mocks your promise I'm alone again tonight

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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