Saturday, December 19, 2009

Stuck In Your Ghost

I sat quiet, stuck in your ghost

Fading, feeling insubstantial

Back some days I loved you the most

You were a life I couldn't handle

You would understand

*

And I heard they offered you up

To the granite belly of the sea

And anyway, you'd had enough

You had better places to be

I would understand

*

You know we have the same sized soul

Oh, it's hard to let go

But a rusty dream doesn't mean

Our doors are closed

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