Jul8

The ghost of me

Posted on Jul 8, 2020 by fauxcroft

The ghost of me

Won’t set me free,

As winter sets in

I see the landscape freeze,

You were my love

We were the destiny,

Into the night

We echo through time,

You are such a mystery

We cry icicle tears

That leave us so blind,

Still my heart breaks

And it’s hard to take,

The ghost of me

Collides in the cosmic wake,

Of a sad winter’s day,

As my life fades.

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SecretThoughts on Jul 8, 2020 at 10:18 pm said:

So moving Faux, it’s easy to connect to these beautifully crafted words.

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- fauxcroft on Jul 8, 2020 at 10:22 pm said:
  
  Thanks very much my friend, I really appreciate your kind words 🌟🙏 Faux
  
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Lia on Jul 8, 2020 at 9:50 pm said:

I love this and your other ghost poem as well. “You are such a mystery” 🌟🌖

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- fauxcroft on Jul 8, 2020 at 10:04 pm said:
  
  Thank you very much, I am truly glad you enjoyed it 💛🌟🙏 Faux
  
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lawrenceez on Jul 8, 2020 at 9:41 pm said:

It’s really beautifully written.

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- fauxcroft on Jul 8, 2020 at 9:42 pm said:
  
  Thanks very much for reading and appreciating my friend 🌟🙏 Faux
  
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