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fake love ghosts (that haunt by night-light)

midnight scrawl to keep the crawl
that creeps from all inside the deepest halls
close to falling
kept from calling
anyone, someone
by that one, the ghost
that hides and sleeps and haunts inside
the walls of the heart where it once roamed

slip and slide and riding down
a shiny, happy, poison-dart lined river cruise
still bruise afraid
cant let self get laid
the deck unswabbed, the bed still made
laying, lying, waiting for the sun
to break free to tomorrow
out of yesterdays sorry, crying rain

pain is home is how she sticks around his brain town
hes framed with her love lie crime
and theres no clues that her motives were sound
passing fancy, dropping pants together that passed for forever love
now half past two on a true half full moon night
and though this phantom disappears when the light comes
the real is this kid just doesnt ever feel
too bright

so he sits and sighs instead of fights
and preys host to a fake love ghost
that haunts by the dull glow of the night-light


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love is perfect (when its gone)

deep beneath the region where the beat of the blood and air breathe in
lies a tear in the caring part of the not-so-heart-shaped place
where her face once took space

seeking skin and she and softness is often a way to replace the
thin membrane growing over the hole in the soul-thing
that her warmth used to fill and bring love to

somewhere something empty screams in dreams that rarely break into waking hours
except in the hot shower that fills the nose with steam and scents of her
and in the mist you realize history is such a blurry, false enterprise
and true love maybe never dies but false love feels like it lasts forever
because the past looks better in a fogged-up mirror where shes no longer really there
to hurt you