Ghost

It only in my dreams,

That I catch a glimpse of your face.

Of countless memories I cannot erase.

Of words unspoken

And a heart left broken.

I want to love you

Even when I try not to.

You’re nothing but a longing desire

Of a ghost I never knew.

In my soul and bones,

You’re a familiar home.

Where I long to go.

But idealism creates a prison.

Where my heart cannot let go.

It’s such a childish game,

To sit here as I do

Imagining the world with you and I

Chase my dreams up to the sky.

With my hand in yours

The world becomes so small.

And when I look into your eyes

I’m truly paralysed.

I want to love you

Even when I try not to.

You’re nothing but a longing desire

Of a ghost I never knew.

I want to go home with you.

Practice how to love

And make a lot of bad habits.

I want to know how to do it

Take those dreams of mine.

And create a bitter sweet reality.

Where I could love you truly.

But it’s all just pictures up in my head.

Like some repeating fantasy

Stuck on a happily ever after.

That I don’t think I can have.

I want to love you

Even when I try not to.

You’re nothing but a longing desire

Of a ghost I never knew.

But as time goes in you disappear

As I remember

Your not just some man I’ve dreamt of

But a face that captivated me in life.

As you flaunt across the stage.

Commanding the room with energy.

And drips of dark eyeliner.

A person with a life of your own

So far away from my own.

A passerby

In my little sleepy town.

That came one night

And lit up my life

In colours I had never known.

And now your a figure of helpless dreams

And romantic tales in my head.

Of a man I could love.

Or sleep with in bed.

But you really are just a loving ghost.

I want to love you

Even when I try not to.

You’re nothing but a longing desire

Of a ghost I never knew.

And I’m sick of loving ghosts.

And feeling nothing but cold air.

But I can’t escape this affair

I’ve made inside my head.

Because your face was nothing more

Then a blank slate.

One that could be filled with desires

And dreams of stories and poems

It’s noting but a wicked game

I’ve grown so good at playing.

That I can’t possibly stop now.

It’s become such a familiar tune.

That I cannot split it from my soul.

It break my tiny heart

To ever erase such haunting dreams

Or beautiful nightmares.

Listen to my souls tune.

Even if it makes me a freak.

I find I’ve got to sing it now

Each night before I go to sleep.

So I can drift off into some other place

Of deep sadness and peace.

For even when I am asleep

I know that it must be hopeless

But if I keep dreaming,

Maybe I’ll find a way

Into that world I’ve built inside my head

Of when I become a ghost in love

With a phantom roaming the stage.

It’s beautiful if you think of it

Two spectres twirled together.

In some other world.

I want to love you

Even when I try not to.

You’re nothing but a longing desire

Of a ghost I never knew.

Of a ghost that I never knew

But god I wish for once I could.