When my mind is drugged
When my eyes are haunted
By ghosts
And dreams departed,
Through nostalgia thick
I bargain soul and will
For something other
Than thoughts of you.
You are there,
But I can't care,
For nothing else
Cos I want you here.
Adrift on melancholy
A sigh heavy with old love,
These ghosts
Still test my worth.
In light I walk
In darkness I sleep
When will you
Leave my jaded lips?
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