A Poet's Ink-Stained Thoughts

My Ghost Love...

While picking up the pieces
Of my only broken heart
A hand helped me
Even I couldn't see

Been by my side
All this time
Trying to protect me
Someone who loves me

Have been here ever
Can feel him around
I can't see him
But feel his presence

Holding me in his arms
Passes through me
Can feel his heart beating
Wishing could see him

If there's something to regret,
This is it
My Ghost Love
I feel him...