Alex Valentine Ghost
The ghost of our love wakes me in the night
just to remind me that I’m drowning this time
the ghost of our love sends shadows through the stars
like headlights ‘cross the ceiling in the deepest dead of dark.
You haunt my heart.
The ghost of our love stands over me tonight
and mocks my best intentions with its saber-tooth spotlight
the ghost of our love left lipstick on the glass
a kiss of death that surely meant we’d played our funeral march.
You haunt my heart.
See it dance between us like a curse that we must bare
and stab its course through all the dawns that we may never share...
You haunt my heart.
