my favourite ghost

I head out to the party with my favorite ghost in tow she's one of those familiar spirits you never seem to let go I can hear her whisper each time some girl catches mine eye just an old lingering pixie (daemon) that won't let me say goodbye cause she knows I still love her, Lord knows i always will but she's the one who left me, so why does she haunt me still i tried packing a suitcase (thrice) but somehow she always slips inside I've run for days (years) only to turn and find her smiling at my side this has got to be one of those paranormal catastrophies i thought she'd long moved on, but part of her still lives in me and i'm afraid to lose it, what's left (of my sanity) for each time i touch another it's like making love to memory i never believed in ghosts until she (you) walked away from me and i could still taste her (your) lips and feel her (your) touch so tenderly how do you leave yourself behind when another has moved in how can you ever seperate yourself from the ones you love within for you can disappear from before these eyes, but you can never tear away the imprints on my heart which will haunt me forever and a dayI wrote this in a frenzy of pain and love. Just go away, courtney...you're not welcome anymore Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 12:16 PM PST   0 • 1