in love with a ghost
Can you really love someone you can’t see?
A brush of wind that flows throughout your hair.
Can you really see something that’s not there?
The fiddle of the strings hanging off an old shirt.
Can you really love without getting hurt?
The sounds of music that drifts through the breeze.
The speckle of light that sits on the seas.
Do you really think of me as more than a host?
So, I hate to admit, I think I’m in love with a ghost…
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