Stop eclipce my confession,
Get out of my heart,
And leave my f*cking soul
And body apart.
I wanna born as invisible lady,
Ghost, through the most of me
You're passing by,
And feeling none at all.
You're paranormal
But I am just a piece of fool,
Who's chasing the sky
Going deeper under ground.
Pull up, babe!
Don't change the end into beginning,
Where our lines came close by chance,
Breaking each other and our living.
You're a magical creation,
A path between my light and darkness.
Sometimes I see you
Like a dreaming ghost.
If we are not spiritual the most,
I'm scarcely mistaken.
So cannot last anymore!
You eternally sail away
When near my body.
Your ephemerality much fears me
Without a chance of understanding.
Ghosts
© Copyright: Елена Давыдовская, 2017
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