MA

I'm writing down a letter for a ghost.
Because you can't be real, so kind and pretty...
Despite what life had put you through, such pity...
I have to tell your something, through the frost
Of my ice heart you could reach me... Nor human or an elf... A ghost...

I'm writing, cause I can't say it face to face.
But need to tell you, please hear me...
You're now the reason I still be...
Don't be afraid. Don't lose your grace...
And please, don't punish with the tears your pretty face...

I think you've found in me a someone who can understand.
This may be true. This may be right.
But I can't tell. Though I can write.
Write down what I think, what I feel, and hope that you will comprehend...
Won't just give up... And maybe even understand...

You know? The moment that I saw your face...
I thought "no way, I'm not in love again"
I just survived one bloody rain...
But then in my head's dark and scary place...
I couldn't help myself, my mind, but race...

Thoughts weren't powerful, nor strong, but constant.
They were right there inside my head...
On some far corner, no one could have read...
I didn't know what was this thing...
But for some time my head had you,
maybe your eyes or hair, it seems I wasn't through...

This little something, it was there, on further islands of my mind...
I think I was quite very scared...
At first I thought i was betrayed...
How could my brain allow itself the luxury of love, especially inside my mind...
How could my brain forget what past attempts did to my heart and pride...

Well I think it worked out great but now we've gotten to the point.
I wanna tell you something, hear?
I wanna be precisely clear...
I want to tell you, my dear love, in this world
You've become my only reason, hope and point...

Don't want this to be difficult, or feel like heavy burden...
But i needed you to know
That in the night, when I'm alone...
The reason I'm alive, the reason why I didn't hurt them...
Was this one star on darkest sky, that couldn't be a burden...

In smallest rooms and darkest corners and every night...
You were the shining star, my only savior...
You ARE the flower in the ashes... You ARE the savior.
Not the brightest, but my only light...
The star that pierced my darkest night...

I want to thank you. Thank you, dear...
I'm sorry that I'm sad and grey...
Don't be sad, please, you'll be okay...
Thanks for your love, MA , my love and fear...
And both are you, my lovely dear.


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