Your Ghost
Author: Unknown
Six O'clock in the mornin',I haven't stopped thinkin''bout you yet.
Because this empty whiskey bottle by my head couldn't help me to
forget.Your lipstick stained cigarettes still in the ashtray by the bed,unleash my tear stained memories of you to spin around in my head.
I put my feet down on the floor,where you stood and told me goodbye.
And I just hang my head in confusion,I don't know if I should laugh or
if I should cry.
'Cause baby when you walked out that door,
I told myself i'd be ok.
But that was all before I started,
wakin' up with your ghost everyday.
I drink my cup of coffee in the kitchen every mornin',and i'll see your empty chair right there and the tears they always start without
warning.Your old pair of flip flops,still sit by the backdoor.And I
don't know why I leave them there,I know you won't be back to wear
them no more.The sand dollars we found in Destin,collect dust up on
the mantle,and i've tried to take them down a thousand times but there
just so hard to handle.
'Cause baby when you walked out that door,
I told myself i'd be ok.
But that was all before I started,
wakin up with your ghost everyday.
I wonder what i'll do (tell me what am I gonna do)
Now that your gone.
Lord it's been so hard to move on.
All the flowers that you planted,over time have died away.To see them
only reminds me of the love that I could not save.I lay down in our
bed,where you used to hold me tight.I put that bottle to my lips and
pray I don't have another sleepless night.I turn out all the lights
and I wish your ghost away,but I know when tomorrow comes you'll be
here to haunt me one more day.
'Cause baby when you walked out that door,
I told myself i'd be ok.
But that was all before I started,
wakin' up with your ghost everyday.
That was all before I started wakin up with your ghost everyday.
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
Lost Love Can Haunt Us All.
Comments (2)
Great Write !! Im so proud of this write !!!
Swan