The Ghost of You
The stars are falling as I lay here crying, life without you has been like a thorny battleground tearing at my heart, soul and skin. I remember locking the door when you were pleading to be let in. Now as I look at you in your coffin lying peacefully, the haunting memories and images, they all come back to me. In my dreams I see you and you are fading into the black your eyes lock with mine and like blood-red ink seeps into the paper, your image seeps through my mind.So forget me not my love, so long and good night, you took a ride throught Cemetary Drive never to return. I'll miss you way down, way down. I'll miss you way down.
I now wait sitting on the cold concrete, waiting for you to say those three little words to and only me, but I realize you are never coming home. Never coming home suddenly I see that those three little words now and always had meant so much to me. But I never said them back to you, I was always so afraid. Now I wonder if I had said them back to you, would you still have wound up dead? Now I wish I could cry out to you those words I thought I'd choke upon, but it is now too late. Forget about the little it's too much pain.
But I must stay strong and I must carry on because I know you would've wanted me too. But someday I know that we will cry again, we'll fly again. We'll love and laugh and dance again. But before death tightens its grip on me, I guarantee this is true. This has been always been something I've wanted to say...
I. Love. You.
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