GhostA Poem by Lucas GrashaThis is a song that I wrote, I hope you enjoyI’m back on your stage at your request, while I’m in a state of distress. Your voice you made me listen to, as I was your audience; the only one to watch you. You played out your favorite parts sown up from pieces of your own heart. The entertainment wore thin, as I wanted to go, you made me grin. No, you’re not my life, and no, you won’t have any part of it. No, you’re not in my dreams at night, at the best sign, you’re just a spur of bliss. I sat down on your piano bench, it’s the only thing I did to make sense. You played some song that meant much to you, and I didn’t care if you’d be someone I lose. As we sat there I improvised, the best parts of the song, which were never right. We tried to sing over the melody, but all that resulted was no harmony. No, you’re not my life, and no, you won’t have any part of it. No, you’re not in my dreams at night, at the best sign, you’re just a spur of bliss. It’s been long since you played such a show. Such fond memories from long ago. Even if it’s been a while, those still frames in time make me smile. So I tried to look for you, as to your whereabouts, there were no clues. But the day I looked for you, your friend thought I should’ve known, that after I left you, you became a ghost. © 2011 Lucas GrashaReviews
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15 Reviews Added on February 26, 2011 Last Updated on February 26, 2011 AuthorLucas GrashaPittsburgh, PAAboutI've chosen in life to use the pen in place of the sword; or rather, the giving in place of giving up. I believe that I do possess a talent, but that opinion is only mine; if you would please (if you .. more..Writing
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