Tuesday, July 3, 2018

The Ghost of You

I hope you know that I do love you

And when I leave I think about you

Whether it’s overseas or on a jet fighter.

I want you to know I’ll come home.

I swear I’ll come home to you….

Like I always do

Like I always have

Even when you’re sleeping.

I’m always constantly watching over you

And if you ask me why I love you so much

Know that I’m sorry

But that sorry may come late and sometimes I may never come….

But for the ghost of you, that’s what I fight for

I fight for you

know that even shooting stars have the right to fall sometime too….

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