The Ghost Of Me

The sincerity of my heart, will unnerve and disprioritize

the shallowness of your own.



You will see my eyes, when you go to sleep

And in the morn, when you wake up.

My  face will be, the first thing you see.



The scent of my hair, and the taste of my skin.

Will eat away, and  twist you in.

the sound of my voice'

will be heard in everything.



You will travel the world

in search of escape

And still be unable

to shake the ghost of me.

When you're making love

And when you're alone.

You will hear your heart

and there I'll be.

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wolfangel87's picture

I think the poem is very well written!