Ghostly Kisses

Written by: Mitch Green

Thy inveterate love why must you exhale toxic memories to imitate pictures of you and I? 
Psychedelic canvas stained with color. This has plenty faded since our passing, yet what a shade it is that remains. 
Of our passion bleached with sorrow. 
Tip dipped brushes to be broken, nevermore used in this world, a ghost is all that you have become. Though I long to love such a shadow. 
Can you scream loud enough to haunt me? I would caress you in bitter nightmares. 
-Mitch