Oh my dear ghost...
I would hold you,
If i could.
But my hands are full.
And you can't be captured
Even in a basement.
Even if I run the days with a fear,
From the thoughts of a fool.
Now piece by piece,
It comes and goes.
My fever dream...
Just looking for crumb of peace,
For my heart's choice.
Untill I remember,
The lips of a ghost.
