
Ghost
I wonder if it will ever be okay.
That my thoughts could be mine again.
That it could not be your name I keep hearing and that the thought of you would just disappear.
Why do I keep holding onto your memory?
You could never love the real me.
Why can't I let go of your sweet taste?
You are the ghost that haunts me when I'm awake and the memory that plays in my dreams.
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