Thursday, January 6, 2011

The Ghost Of You.

I'd like to make a toast,
To the good in me, to the bad in me.
I've made mistake, like most of you have,
Like all of you have,
We're only human to redo everything,
I think I knew it was wrong but I'd still,
Poke my nose where it doesn't belong,
Put my hand in that steaming hot water,
Walk over those burning coals,
I'd take the train to your place,
The one that gets derailed.
I thought I knew it back then,
A mistake is just a mistake until you realise what you did..

I took all the wrong steps,
Walking upto your home,
Sitting across your street, staring at the dim lit room.
Staring for a sign of live,
Until the dawn broke I knew I saw you,
Attending your funeral just a few days ago,
I know you're still here somewhere,
I saw you that night,
The ghost of you, I saw you right there.
Smiling at me, the ghost of you.

I manage to fake a few smiles,
Sitting under that tree every morning,
I feel you creep up to my shadow,
I feel your run your bony fingers through my face,
I shiver to the touch of you,
The touch of your ghost.
As cold as you used to be,
I took all the wrong steps,
Steps that made me bump into you,
Falling in love with your smile,
Steps that had me dropping you home,
Steps that had me addicted to that smile.
Had me falling in love,
A mistakes is just a mistake,
Until you realise what you've done.

I've taken all the wrong steps,
I've been dependant on a guardian angel,
Fallen in love with a ghost,
The ghost of you,

I've taken all the wrong steps,
That have me writing this,
Sitting under this dead tree,
Staring at your window,
Living like a recluse,
When the dawn breaks, I'll know...
Tomorrow will be another mistake.

No comments:

Post a Comment