Ghost of a Lover:

The haunting feeling of a deep love.
A feeling true, yet not entirely there.
Memories still there, hanging in the air.
Shattered peaces of your heart float above.
And though the tears you whipe away never ease your pain
Your face shows fake joy, the kind easy to percieve.
Your heart is in sorrow, nothing at all can relieve.
There's seconds to go before it drives you insane.
But before the time passes and destroys all hope
A deep strive that ignores all pulls you from pain.
The tears of your sorrow are washed with the rain.
And once again your mind and your brain can peacefully cope.
But only for a second. You know all too well it'll be back soon


Broken hearted.
Shattered.
Lost it again.

Fear.
Anger.
Broken within.

Why is this happening?
Does fate mock the young?
Does the singer curse the song that's sung?
You can already hear the thoughts snaping.
Sorrow becomes rage.
Rage becomes destruction.
Life, yet again ruined by disfuntion.
Let's be done with this book. Let this be the last page.

Loving it
It makes a person think is it really all worth