You stand there, so beautiful so lovely. But you stare at me like I'm nothing more then a ghost, Your eyes seem to look at me with such sadness, such hurt. Your eyes begging me to hold you and protect you, and only God knows how much I would love to hold you and take the sadness and the coldness out of your eyes and your heart. But until you can look at me like I'm really there. Then I'm nothing more then a ghost and I'll continue to be in your shadow, until you decide you need me, and when you say that you do, I'll be there. But for now I'm your ghost.
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Mr J's Poems
PoetryThis is a book of my poems, there no rhyming. After all I'm not into that, not much love poems, but a couple. hope ya'll enjoy them.
