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Monday, April 14, 2014

Ghosts

There's no escape from this reality
I cry even in my dreams
Call your name to see your face
I've gone to both extremes
Writing poetry to ease my mind
My smile isn't what it seems
And there's a mess inside that I can't hide with flowery talk and flirtation 
Dreams and aspirations written in rhythm and rhyme 
Still have those for my memory 
Words I cemented in time 
Loyal to the verses you wrote me 
It's what got me interested in all honesty 
Now you use those same words against me 
And I love you
Sadly I still do
But with time I guess I'll forget
The man I loved the most
Burn those poems in a bonfire
And watch as their ashes transform into ghosts 

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