Wednesday, 14 October 2009

The Past is a Ghost


Ghost

You are a ghost
Who wanders the corridors of my mind
You appear and disappear at will
Just a figment of my Titanic imagination
No reason or rhyme
Appearing at any moment
Day or night

I wish it was as easy
As pressing the delete key
And your memory
Would disappear
Never to reappear
Our car crash romance
Never happened
I never loved you
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

But somehow
I think
You are here to stay
For a while anyway
To haunt me
And taunt me
With what could have been
With what will never be

You are just a ghost
We never existed
I finally woke up to
Wuthering Heights
Reality

GordX

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