The Ghost of YouMature

I saw you again in my bed
the ghost of you
you were curled up
wonderfully dreaming
your eyes fluttering softly
you were smiling
and it hurt
it hurt so bad
I tried to freeze that memory
tried it with my own heart
but you were fading away
still dreaming though
but fading just the same
your scent, your smell
filling me up with so much dread and hunger
hunger for you
I'm sorry
I don't know why i'm saying I'm sorry
I need you
I want you
and you're lost forever
and you're still dreaming
dreaming me out of your head... I think

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