(I wrote this a while back, but I don't remember when.)
The ghost that remains,
A beautiful pain to bear,
Every day, wishing that it'd fade,
That maybe I could once again care.
Filled with broken hopes and dreams,
The fragments biting at my hollow encasing,
Stabbing the fault lines, the bursting seams,
Her ghost I find myself still chasing.
Life is never what it appears to be,
Nothing forever lasting,
So I’ll cherish the lights all around me,
Because of the shadow they’re always casting.
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