Friday, February 5, 2010

My Ghost

Were I to paint you, I'd start with grey.
Such is consuming, in a reflective way.
Though you hurt me, deep inner core.
I'd not trade you, for money or more.
Seduced by sadness, enlightened by grief.
You are closer, than any to me.
Of course you shant leave me, e'en if could.
I'd be the merest shadow, without your good.
The comfort I get, wrapped up in you.
Is unique, of the same there's not two.
I treasure, my morosely overwhelmed ghost.
Forever with me youve been, forever Im host.

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