My heart has been ghosting along,
but you're the one
haunting my daydreams.
Your poltergeists love
still troubles me
in the cathedral of my mind
with meloncholic echos
of an empty heart,
ricocheting off the pews;
Like my love ricocheting off of you.
My mind drifts on,
and over the horizon you phaze.
The witching hour is long gone,
but I can still hear you chiming in.
The dull echo of a phantom
with transprent love
for another.
Love that sends a chill down my spine,
with you bending over backwards
to ghost past me.
Spineless.
Careless.
Loveless
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Book I: Vox Nihili
PoetryAn open book of poetry and raps to share with the world. Letters and words are curled and woven onto the page to share in our modern age. May it relenquish you and free your soul from its cage - inspire your inner desire to set your own fires that b...
