Monday, March 17, 2014

Poem: The Ghost

I see the pouting lips
now, just a fading memory
A train wreck that rips
through the happy scenery.

A ghost that haunts my blue window.

can't stop the rain
in this dark world
The deep cuts of pain
my mind forever soiled.

A ghost that haunts my blue window.

How do I move on
eye of the ocean
my bright shining sun
time frozen without motion.

Free, I must let you be
but always will wonder
a day, come back to me
till then, soul-mates asunder

The ghost haunts my blue windows.