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The Ghost of Love

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Who is it that calls me
Frightened
In the middle of the night

What ghost calls my soul
Wrenching the sanity
From the very depths of my heart

Why can I not
Hear the ringing of my own thoughts

When can I regain
The very semblance of my being
The one piece taken by you

How do you tear at me
With invisible blades
The ones that grip and rip
The flesh around my open wounds
From the arrow jammed within me

I know that voice that calls me now
I know what ghost haunts me
It is the one that I deny
A self saboteur
Most delicate and pure

You are my very source of pain
But I am the weapon that inflicts it

A fortress of wavering walls
I know what voice calls
Tell it to stop
For these barriers break too easily
When encountering the ghost of love

I know what voice calls
It is the sound of my heart
Giving way to an arrows spark




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