I'm Just A Ghost

I watched the smoke dancing, twisting around the air. Perfect picture of a tradgic end. It'll fade away, like a ghost in snow. Never seen, never heard, felt and wisked away. I beautiful dance, no one sees, but it's practiced daily. I wish I could move so eliquently, in sweet mourning or a rainy day. But, alas, I sit and watch the smoke, flying away from me, where I should be; Flying away from me.

I'll swollow my love, try hard not to speak, as I walk away from all the sadness I've spent so much time building. So much effort, and I'll just walk away. A morning I've waited for, a mourning I've longed for. Never have I ever wanted to cry as I left all I've known, but I'm ready now. To be a ghost. To vanish into the wind, after one last, beautiful dance, to leave everyone with a lovely memory. A memory of me, the way I used to be. Not this blackhole I have become.

She's got a smile that lights up my world, and I'll give anything, everything, just to hold her. She's got a voice that sings the perfect song, my song, one I've longed to hear. She's got a heart of gold, intentions bold, opinions known. She's strong and knows when to cry, knows when to let go, knows when to hold on. She's my life. And I'm reaching out, to hold nothing in my hands.