a ghost of her resides in the photographs left behind
I'm haunted as whispers of yesterday still resonate loudly
across the expanse of time and space
fate turns it's rusted screws leaving me traveling where
no one else is willing to go
leaving black roses on the headstone of love
I'm haunted by whispers of yesterday that still resonate
from a ghost of her that resides in the photographs..........
left behind
~ D Donner ~