This morning I thought I saw you
A picture of how... what we used to be
But it was only a twisted mind
A daydream
An old memory
A hologram
I've seen them before
I'm seeing them now
I'll see them later
But now I know what they are
I can take their power
Wake up from the daydream
Forget the old memory
See through the hologram
YOU ARE READING
Ghost
Poesíanostalgic. thats the feeling I'll try to send with this one. wish me luck
