Ghost
Did you know sometimes it frightens me when you say my name and I can't see you?
Will you ever learn to meterialize before you speak?
Perpetus Boy, that's what you feel?
How many centeries since you've climbed a balcany or do you do this every night with someone else?
You tell me that you'll never leave me, but I am almost afraid to belive you.
Why is it me that you have chosen to follow?
Did you like the way I look when I was sleeping?
Was my hair more fun to tangle?
Were my dreams more fun intertaining?
Do you laugh when I'm cumplaining that i am all alone?
Where were you when I searched the sea for a friend to talk to?
In a year, where will you be?
Is it enough for you to stray into my mind, filling up my page with music?
Writen in my hand.
You know I'll take the credit, for I must have made it up to me somehow.
But please, Try to close the currtins when you leave at night, or I will have to find someone to stay and warm me.
Will you always attend my midnight tea parties, as long as I set your place?
If one day, your sugar sits untouched, will you have gone forever?
Would you miss me in a thousand years, when you will dry anothers tears?
But you say, you'll never leave me.
And I wonder if you'll have the dessensy to pass through my wall to the next room, while I dress for dinner.
But when I am stuck in conversation with stuffed shirts, whose adoration hurts my ears, where are you then?
Can't you cut in when I dance with other men?
It's too late not to interfer with my life.
You've already made me a most unsuitable wife for any man who wants to be to first his bride has slept with.
And you can't just fly into peoples bedrooms, and expect them to calmly wave goodbye.
You've changed the corse of history, and didn't even try.
Where are you now?
Standing behind me.
Taking my hand.
Come.
You are mine to (have no idea...).
Have you traveled afar?
Are you made of star dust?
Are the angels after you?
Tell me, I am (again it goes soft....).
But untill then, I'll save your side of the bed.
Just come, and sing me to sleep.
Ghost (Poem) by Emilie Autumn
Just a random Poem/Song my friend sent me. It goes really quite at the end, sorry 'bout the blanks ><
Did you know sometimes it frightens me when you say my name and I can't see you?
Will you ever learn to meterialize before you speak?
Perpetus Boy, that's what you feel?
How many centeries since you've climbed a balcany or do you do this every night with someone else?
You tell me that you'll never leave me, but I am almost afraid to belive you.
Why is it me that you have chosen to follow?
Did you like the way I look when I was sleeping?
Was my hair more fun to tangle?
Were my dreams more fun intertaining?
Do you laugh when I'm cumplaining that i am all alone?
Where were you when I searched the sea for a friend to talk to?
In a year, where will you be?
Is it enough for you to stray into my mind, filling up my page with music?
Writen in my hand.
You know I'll take the credit, for I must have made it up to me somehow.
But please, Try to close the currtins when you leave at night, or I will have to find someone to stay and warm me.
Will you always attend my midnight tea parties, as long as I set your place?
If one day, your sugar sits untouched, will you have gone forever?
Would you miss me in a thousand years, when you will dry anothers tears?
But you say, you'll never leave me.
And I wonder if you'll have the dessensy to pass through my wall to the next room, while I dress for dinner.
But when I am stuck in conversation with stuffed shirts, whose adoration hurts my ears, where are you then?
Can't you cut in when I dance with other men?
It's too late not to interfer with my life.
You've already made me a most unsuitable wife for any man who wants to be to first his bride has slept with.
And you can't just fly into peoples bedrooms, and expect them to calmly wave goodbye.
You've changed the corse of history, and didn't even try.
Where are you now?
Standing behind me.
Taking my hand.
Come.
You are mine to (have no idea...).
Have you traveled afar?
Are you made of star dust?
Are the angels after you?
Tell me, I am (again it goes soft....).
But untill then, I'll save your side of the bed.
Just come, and sing me to sleep.
Ghost (Poem) by Emilie Autumn
Just a random Poem/Song my friend sent me. It goes really quite at the end, sorry 'bout the blanks ><
