Phantom
Countless times i think I see,
No doubt whom i know it be
I call it my phantom in the dark
Riding rough yet leaves no mark
A slight change in the wind
As it whiffs through my mind
I eagerly reach for you at night
Again I grasp just the fading light
Come to me,my desire;so rare
Run your hands through my hair
I should claim you,but would not dare
So you remain my phantom in the dark.
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