The Ghost Story

Art Credit: Hamlet and the ghost of his father,  adam vogler

And our love poem, Became a ghost story

When I found that all I was to you was a trophy

You and I, guess were meant to end slowly

Cause I felt so much pain, I felt so lonely

I said that I love you, I said that boldly

But having met you, know seems like a tragedy

If only I could mend my fate and choose my sanity

I would go the the past and opt for a remedy

Where our love began to bloom, with a fake alluring melody

I would end it there, before it could ever become a story.