Ghost*
I'm alone again like a roaming ghost
can't be burnt by flames, can't be touched by words
someone finds a love in the best or worst
for the genuine ghosts all the doors are closed
funny people think that i live in hurt
but i'm pleased in fact of my zero cost
mirrors always show what they cannot purge
all we see around one day will be lost
treat me with your truth, and worship your lies
love is like a life of the butterflies
once it dies again folding fragile wings
you will not feel pain of those little things
take the petty gift from my barren soul
with a sign of rift on the time i stole
people find and lose sacrificing years
and i beg don't lose for a ghost your tears.
Ghost
© Copyright: Руслан Арсененков, 2021
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