Love Ghost of Past
Perfect times
When we knew
Perfect ways
Of things we do
Loving minds
Caress the words
Our ideas
Are not absurd
Crashing stars
Dieing loves
Sheets of memoirs
Remembering was
Sun sets low
Moon shines high
Watching the glow
On breaking tides
What was love?
Who knows when
Remember when love
Was seeing red?
Times of our past
And what they were
When we're unconscious
We're always sure
Now we walk on ashes
Through our sleep
What we have
We can't keep
Like we're already gone
The last of earth we see
Will be the break of dawn
I hope my love remembers me
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