I am the undying dead ghost.
I look for a host to make me feel at home.
Store me like milk, and keep me cold in the back of you.
Wear me like that sweater you got last December.
Never remember me.
The bags you stuff in your closet at the end of vacation.
The Books you throw in your bag everyday.
The luggage you take on to the hotel.
The penny you let escape into the world.
That's me.
Sand at the beach DOT
Sweet love songs DOT
Corn DOT
Boy Bands DOT
your face in the morning
the sound of your voice when its the first thing i hear
your cute style
everything about you.
My everything
My worst enemy
My final being on earth
