Like Loving a Ghost
Like Loving a Ghost
It was like loving a ghost,
Barely there yet it kept haunting
My imagination was there the most,
Even your silence was not daunting
Dream love let me coast,
Blinding me from your flaunting
Tying me to your Mediterranean kings bedpost,
Was easy with the power of your taunting
My satisfaction was only to hear you boast,
You had perfection and it meant nothing
It was like loving a ghost,
Alive only in vague hopes of another jaunting
Alison Buzzotta © The Millennium Years 2002
It was like loving a ghost,
Barely there yet it kept haunting
My imagination was there the most,
Even your silence was not daunting
Dream love let me coast,
Blinding me from your flaunting
Tying me to your Mediterranean kings bedpost,
Was easy with the power of your taunting
My satisfaction was only to hear you boast,
You had perfection and it meant nothing
It was like loving a ghost,
Alive only in vague hopes of another jaunting
Alison Buzzotta © The Millennium Years 2002
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