2014...
In a Jail sail...
Your spirit is haunting me.
He haunts me. He is everywhere, I am. He won't go away.
He is in My tears.
He is peering through the window, here with me.
He won't let me sleep. He is here
when I dream, holding me.
I reached for him though and asked..."Am I good enough?"
He vanishes, he is elusive.
I wonder aimlessly in the dark,
awaiting his strong touch.
but it never comes.
He is never really there.
And I continue to ask, but he never answers,
because he is only a memory.
He haunts me.
But I dance with his spirit.
I invite him to my bed and we delight.
I talk my nonsense to him,
and I am alone.
I am insane and in love with memories.
In a Jail sail...
Your spirit is haunting me.
He haunts me. He is everywhere, I am. He won't go away.
He is in My tears.
He is peering through the window, here with me.
He won't let me sleep. He is here
when I dream, holding me.
I reached for him though and asked..."Am I good enough?"
He vanishes, he is elusive.
I wonder aimlessly in the dark,
awaiting his strong touch.
but it never comes.
He is never really there.
And I continue to ask, but he never answers,
because he is only a memory.
He haunts me.
But I dance with his spirit.
I invite him to my bed and we delight.
I talk my nonsense to him,
and I am alone.
I am insane and in love with memories.