Ghosts of Love

I died in April, ghosts were near my bed
They sounded so sincere, but they were dead
Too many ghosts said love would bring me back
Seduction was their terror, painted black
I rose one day, the ghosts were all afraid
I saw some disappear and yet some stayed
I started to believe that love was real
it lingered in the constant pain I’d feel.
I tried to live their love, but got it wrong
I tried to give my feelings like a song
But we were out of tune and so they flew
Then there was only me and then I knew
I wanted love from beauty, not from fear
I’ll gather beauty; ghosts will disappear.

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