Summer Untold

3

With tainted hands, and rusted mind

Asking questions of hows,

while I longed to the ghost that you've become,

as I listened to your favorite song

tells me it came undone.

With trembling hands, and battering heart

Asking questions of whys,

While I reached out to the ghost that you've become

As I watched your words,

Tell me it came undone.

With feeble hands, and sickened stomach,

Asking question of which

While I hanged myself with the rope of despair,

As I heard your heart beats

Tell me it came undone.