You haunt me like a ghost
I visit you like a grave
That hosts a body but is no longer mine.
I beat on your headstone
To find my way home
But all I get is a bloodied knuckle.
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You haunt me like a ghost
I visit you like a grave
That hosts a body but is no longer mine.
I beat on your headstone
To find my way home
But all I get is a bloodied knuckle.
Something about that place lays hold of you. So many wonderful memories.
The very best memories
Oh wow. So much pain.
So very much. You never get over being away from the place your heart calls home
I couldn’t agree more.
Oh my god. This stands so true on so many levels. I am in love with the last line. This is just… Wow. So glad I found you blog!
That’s the kind of comment I live for :) I’m happy to have you look around anytime. My blog is your blog
Hahaha it is true tho. Your a talented young lady. I will b stalking your blog ;)
Go for it!