A Ghost

I’ve got her etched in my head.

A work of art chiseled in the back of my eyes,

a choir in my ears,

& a warmth in my skin.

It’s her I see.

It’s her I hear.

It’s her I feel.

You stand before me but she is more real than you.

My sense fail. She fades.

She is a ghost that haunts me,

but i beg her to stay.

I preach no prayer,

leave all crossed burned,

taint all holy water,

Just so she can stay & haunt me.


-The Wreckless

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