Haunted

 Your voice from the shadows whisper songs to the night,

Melodies so lonely, they betray the moon’s soft light.

Teardrops from your memory find the corners of my eyes,

I sigh along with broken heart, remembering… goodbye.

  

My life is like a haunted house, with ghosts in every room,

 Wisps of you still linger here, your laughter, your perfume,

I’m afraid I’m trapped inside myself, too alone to escape,

Realities bleeding from my life, I discovered the truth too late.

 

It was YOU who was my soul, but I played love like a game,

I threw away the winning hand; I live forever with that shame.

Your vision appears then turns to tears and fades away from sight,

Your voice from the shadows, just a sad melody,

 Whispering lonely into the night.

 

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