Friday, March 9, 2012

A haunting

I will then feel like shouting
because all of this is very real to me
you will never realize
that my heart is in your grasp
and yours never in mine
because for all your wits and cleverness
you are ironically mindless.

Dear solemn one,
you are a ghost of my past
I do not find it enchanting
that all this is but a haunting.
When I die you will receive a red notebook
In it I wrote my heart
only then, should I haunt you.

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