Weak on knees,begging to not leave,
As if it was some beggar asking for alms,
Again and again,footsteps left Mark on heart,
As if it is made up of stone..
Somedays,looking from afar,shedding crocodile tears,
Wishpering words of blessings,
Somedays cursing to live and die in their holy memories..
How sweet is love..
In moments everything is forgotten..
In embraces everything is lost..
It's just a phantom who carries in itself memories of love,
And smiles,with countless dreams turning into nightmare..
When promises turn into chains,
Yet the phantom must smile,looking at the brightly lit corridors,
And wish words of blessings..
Otherwise the phantom is a ghost,who carries ominous aura,
Who is sticky like glue..
