I'm a desolate storm in the eye of your awakening.
Sweet to the eye, yet cold to my touch, your a mystery.
A hidden enigma, a bitter sweet taste on the tip of my tongue,
I long to hold you, to taste your secret kiss.
To purge my sin with thy lips and give me my sin again.
But you remain distant and fleeting.
Bold in memory but a ghost in form,
Your right next to me but I can not feel you.
Do you want? Do you need? Do you breathe? Do you feel?
I no longer know.
It remains hidden in your veil.
Over shadowed by doubt, only one thing is certain.
I feel for you like always, and am always waiting.
Till the day you reveal yourself, I love a ghost.
And a ghost you shall remain.
