Phantom Man

There's a phantom nearby

who looks over my home.

I know he's here

because the church bell's tone.

He's dark and mysterious,

as all ghosts are.

He never sheds a tear.

He never shows a scar.

He's not scared of anything

but being eternally alone

and his fears are only revealed

when he tries to love me, but I won't.

I won't not by choice,

but by common sense.

With him, I won't get roses.

I won't get a picket fence.

He can't understand,

he never will.

I don't know how to make him;

I guess I've got hopes to kill.

But killing his hopes

is harder than killing him.

And killing mine?

Shall I ever love again?

Reviews

[Pi Cee]

I really like this. A bit dark, It has a subtle flow a little thin in some places but nevertheless there. Great write. Keep it up.