Ghost mate, by George Chow
I dont know why,
I was happy and free by myself.
Perhaps for that memory she came back again.
but time did not last,
until the grey I see goodbye the way i said.
When she was alone saw her changed.
From dignity to love..
From just presence to eternity..
Then become a ghost of method for the last to obey.
And i suddently I am lost my day,
into this ghost mate the laws she say.
Until I follow to the end.
Break free from the one truth I commit.
That she exist with my pain.
And gone full of faith one day God create.
|Posted: 2014-06-16 04:09:05 UTC|
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