I'll tell your ghost to leave my hallways,
It only keeps me awake at night.
But silly, silly me,
I know without it, I won't feel right.
The wasted space inside my head,
Is heavier than my heart,
But silly, silly me,
You broke them both apart.
Your ghost, your memory,
Space wasted on your life,
But silly, silly me,
The only space that's wasted is mine.
AN: long time no see. sorry for the hiatus, but im on holidays soon. thanks for all you're support, ive been blown away by your love. xo amelia
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Love Stories For A Rainy Day
Teen Fictionlove [n.] an intense feeling of deep affection. a collection of love stories for a rainy day. none have any relevance to the others, and yet they all belong as they are all about that feeling of deep affection.
