Tuesday, August 28, 2012

I am just 
The child of your ghost
Haunting everything
That I fear the most
Don't go on in pretending
The mirror doesn't lie
I lost you in the movies
When the credits tumbled by
Just a child
Of the ghost
Of the look in your eye

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