The Wild Soul

Ghosts

He said he's gripped by the ghosts that haunt us

For all the flashbacks, and past, so unjust

We cry, and we cry watch the ghosts float by

Wondering when it's gonna stop?

To cut loose what you need to forget

Like gouging out eyes straight from your head

We soothe and psych, to e-rase time

Steadily, the tears begin to drop

When it cuts so deep that she wanted to die

We crashed into each other to feel alive,

Every bone screamed, "what to do?"

Honey, I was born to love you

So hard to stop, and it's so easy to do

Should we stay now, what's left to choose?

I know I love you, so God kill the ghost

Please silence his ageless boast

- Morgan C. Hicks