Drifting Ghosts

I grew old and tired of the haunting ghost,

A shadow of a loved one I haven’t go,

Rose colored eyes of the summer’s coast,

Drifting in the night with nowhere to go,

I wanted a fantasy or a time from before,

Relentlessly pursuing the times of yore,

Fate had me calling more,

Yet the night was cold and the feelings where yours,

A memory awash and no one to hold,

Some day you’ll disappear and no one shall know,

A little rainfall and clouds does wonders for my vocabulary. Tomorrow is another typical sunny day in Los Angeles. Who says rain has to be downer?



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