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The Ghost in the Heart
Haunted by the ghost of someone you used to love
Fifteen years and the burn still itches
Haunted by the thought of her voice
You the stray puppy
She the final word on love
Why does it still hurt?
Fifteen years and the burn still itches
It’s a self-inflicted pain
To want the one that will never want you
It drives the hands to write
To paint
To sculpt
Keeps the mind awake
With questions
Wars were waged to forget
The ghosts of rejected love
If love was never rejected
There would be no art
There is always someone better
Than the one you’d kill for
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