4- A Girl and a Ghost

Follows the female protagonist as she tries to express her need for love and affection as it continues from her being an "ORPHANHEARTed" girl to someone who desires what she lacked her entire life.

All of the things I’d like to keep close,

I must keep away.

All of the smiles I’d love to let loose,

I must keep at bay.

 

And precious time is ticking by,

As I give in to all goodbyes.

Though the endings may seem dull,

Sometimes it’s not like that at all.

As we see what we want to see.

And for all the mirrors broken,

Who can’t seal their own fates,

How can they curse or tarnish me?

 

Still we convince our eyes,

To lie and to tell a story,

‘Cause we know this skin is a masquerade.

 

Echoes of Eden linger,

With remnants of an unborn ghost,

Like a molten angel in the snow.

 

My smile dedicated,

For you is somehow tainted,

Moan to my biodegradable kiss.

 

Cannot give in!

Maintain the discipline!

 

We waste our thoughts ‘till we’re dry,

On rage and regret.

With no wisdom to ask why,

We strive to forget.

 

Might we embrace all the phases,

The wrong turn, rug-burn stages.

As the present fades to past,

And the future cannot last.

 

Like the moon innocently steals light from the sun,

Then manipulates the tides for fun.

So he sulks in fury,

And scorches the lovers of night.

But can’t burn without the parasite.

 

Like the poet beams the profoundness of his words.

And the reader can’t gleam beyond his written codes.

May we exceed our own capacities,

To shed light on the dominant mysteries.

 

And only then see our true reflections.

Only then can we ever hope to change.

The foul intentions inside,

In the lines of a tempting smile.

As my name is a language to your heart,

Overdosed on sounds of flirtation.

But like the purpose of our dreams,

Your affections become lost in translation.

So don’t shower me with words of lust and majesty,

But keep me enshrined, spare me your time.

Show me that you love me,

Leave the words behind.

 

As we parade the sky,

Like two planes in the night,

Painting the black with starlight.

 

Yet silence knocks upon my open door,

A mirror and a shadow…

Looks at me.

You look at me

 

Whispers prey upon my voice,

My thoughts have no choice…

But to think of you.

I think of you.

 

For you’re alive and I’m alone.

You’re the flesh and I’m the bone.

The breath of life when I’m cold as stone.

 

You’re alive and I’m alone.

 

Reviews

[richieb]

Excellent writing. Good ryhming throughout your story. Your words had a nice easy flow while expressing your feelings. Your story was deep spoke of the longing of the soul. I enjoyed this very much.
Richie b.

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Thanks so much for your nice words.

[wordsofashrain]

I really loved this...just beautiful.