Haunted by the ghost of you
Yearning for a touch I never knew
It lingers in a photograph
The haunting echoes of your laugh
A love that can not be contained
And like a stain it shall remain
Callous and cold
As the tales foretold
Should the stars align
There would be a time
I called you mine
But cruel is the path set by fate
You lived a life so full of hate
If you were ever to be free of the curse
Would I be allowed a part in your verse
YOU ARE READING
Boredom Lead to This
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote when I was bored and had nothing else to do
