Photos of Ghosts

Photographs of memories

Satiate my mind

A place of our own

A dead but better time

A smile like bliss

And a touch wanting more

A voice that burned

Your body, my hoarde

 

I take blindly, keeping it all

A willing fool, I am your thrall

 

I fall with the tide

Lusting for your love

Every beat of my life

Showing what I'm made of

Left with a promise

That I'd always have you

Now I'm left begging

For the youth of our old Truth

 

In the emptiness

I beckon for more

A way to fill this void

A feeling other than "torn"

Holding on to this dream

Living off of what we knew

The bottle numbs the pain

While I talk with the ghost of You