THE GHOST OF J
There's something in between us,
in the midst of our sweet love.
You and me, it's plain to see,
a gift from up above.
There's a ghost with a child,
darkening our good view.
Though you say: "Come what may!",
it'll be hard to live it through.
There's a bond to the child,
and to the ghost for sure.
You've been through a lot,
it's hard to ignore.
There's a love left to liberate,
to set free from it's chains.
But I have a hard time
to reconcile with the remains.
You and me, it's plain to see,
a gift from up above.
But there's a ghost with a child,
in the midst of our sweet love.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-08-22 at 00:02




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