Ghosts by Lark
GHOSTS I take your pain and your loneliness I hold it close Wish it could fracture into a million pieces With the pressure of my embrace But it won’t You whisper in my ear And I think about the ghosts Continue reading Ghosts by Lark
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
GHOSTS I take your pain and your loneliness I hold it close Wish it could fracture into a million pieces With the pressure of my embrace But it won’t You whisper in my ear And I think about the ghosts Continue reading Ghosts by Lark