Sun, 09/04/2016 - 09:36 -- Aria

I can see your brown eyes 

piercing inside of me 

finding something 

I'm not certain of 


I can feel your soft lips

kissing me goodnight 

everytime we say our goodbye's

before I doze off to dreamland 


I can feel your sweaty palms 

intertwined with my hands

holding me so tight 

so that I won't fall of that ledge

when I was about to give up 


Yes, I can feel you 

your whole being 

but I can't have a glimpse of you

or even really hold you...


Because you're just a ghost 

I've made with my stupid mind

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