ghost


The ghost walked past us,
it brought back those misery,
of how we fought and made fuss,
of every single treachery.

The ghost walked near you,
it flashed back those memories,
and slowly it whispered to you,
"Don't you forget her, deary..."

The ghost crooked a smile,
it told you and me to try,
to try remembering our lie,
and suddenly we both cried.

The ghost finally went away,
and here, we were trying to die...