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Dear ghost,
I first met you twelve years ago in a moss-clad home; i was prohibited to go.
People warned to never come near ghosts; But no one taught to defeat the inner spooks. You called yourself ghost and i couldn't keep you close.
Now, standing under the rooftop; as you watched The groom wasn't you when i was the bride.
A mortal's forbidden touch, so abrupt. With a smile so heart-wrenchin', i embraced your fading body for the very first.
There was regret when we parted. Feelings got me stuck in loneliness. I was waiting to meet you again, Your knitted brows couldn't remove the obsession.
The utopia didn't last long, as i've left with nothin' but the empty arms wrapped around.
Withering in the sentimental world; now that i couldn't die the ghost of you kept tormenting me forever. As we bid our final goodbye.
