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cinema ghosts
On a long enough time line
the past has a habit
of walking back in the door
Seven years is a long time
to count the ghosts of friends
in this shadow of a town
that still pretends to breathe
with all the neon lights
of its heyday
The residents don’t smile
with their eyes anymore
and I don’t need my mouth to speak
when I never wanted to be here
in the first place
my posture a rejection letter
to this status quo
Today I saw the ghost of your face
and I didn’t need to kiss it goodbye
because I don’t love you anymore
© Indie Adams 2014
the past has a habit
of walking back in the door
Seven years is a long time
to count the ghosts of friends
in this shadow of a town
that still pretends to breathe
with all the neon lights
of its heyday
The residents don’t smile
with their eyes anymore
and I don’t need my mouth to speak
when I never wanted to be here
in the first place
my posture a rejection letter
to this status quo
Today I saw the ghost of your face
and I didn’t need to kiss it goodbye
because I don’t love you anymore
© Indie Adams 2014
Published 16th Apr 2014
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16th Apr 2014 3:54pm
Sounds eerie to be in a ghost town, but the thrill of being there beats the crap out of it...
when love is gone, everything seems to fade away like ghosts.
#EngrVV
when love is gone, everything seems to fade away like ghosts.
#EngrVV
19th Apr 2014 5:42am
hangin' out on the corner in your town, where the faces blend right into the fog...
