One day they'll tell your story,
you'll be the glory they write about
but I saw you first
Doesn't it always come round
once in a lifetime?
A dance; a flirt with a smiling moon,
then stars turn their backs
saying you've changed
My body, my mind and coat
I let you borrow them
but all good men die_in the end
The stars beneath my feet
sees me lose track of where I go
and the peach stains on sentimental sheets
left only the pits of uneaten fruit
making the same mistake again
I won't crawl for a second chance,
I am screaming my lungs out,
you gave me reasons but don't you
give me choices,
blue makes the sun fall down
then it slams in your face
As strong as I am,
tender as you were
I can't carry you home anymore,
watch you breathe when it's quiet
and know you think of her
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Submission Name: Recalling Ghosts
