Ghost Town
Going back to Ghost Town
Searching high and low for
My haunted love,
Why can't I let you go?
Retracing my steps
Looking for the house of ghouls
Where we buried the souls of
our loved ones,
Thinking that maybe that would be enough
To keep them alive
I'm going out of my mind
Because I keep looking for a piece of you,
In these bodies sleeping next to me
Maybe we really were meant to be
Or maybe my mind just craves insanity
July, 2015.
M.K.
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