I slept with your ghost last night. Your soft blonde hair gently lay upon my pillow. I felt the softness of your skin beneath my arms and the whisper of your cologne washed over me, rocking me like a lullaby.
I slept with your ghost again last night. When you turned to face me I could still see forever in your eyes and the smile that lives in my heart and tickles my brain at the most random times.
I slept with your ghost again last night. Non-existent arms held me tight and breath that wasn’t real warmed the back of my neck pulling me deeper into the dreams where you waited.
I slept with your ghost again last night.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Your Ghost
I slept with your ghost last night. Your soft blonde hair gently lay upon my pillow. I felt the softness of your skin beneath my arms and the whisper of your cologne washed over me, rocking me like a lullaby.
I slept with your ghost again last night. When you turned to face me I could still see forever in your eyes and the smile that lives in my heart and tickles my brain at the most random times.
I slept with your ghost again last night. Non-existent arms held me tight and breath that wasn’t real warmed the back of my neck pulling me deeper into the dreams where you waited.
I slept with your ghost again last night.
I slept with your ghost again last night. When you turned to face me I could still see forever in your eyes and the smile that lives in my heart and tickles my brain at the most random times.
I slept with your ghost again last night. Non-existent arms held me tight and breath that wasn’t real warmed the back of my neck pulling me deeper into the dreams where you waited.
I slept with your ghost again last night.
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