you used up all  of your love on the last one and the light you had flickered out with him you were once the lighthouse  calling me home calling me home calling my home  i thought i'd be haunted by the thought but now i am sleeping with the lights out and you will always … Continue reading lighthouse

The Book – ghosts

Writer's block, blocking my brain, my thoughts, my creativity. You, you are the cause for that I’m sure, board of it, of you, writing about you and about our love. Stuck looking back just so I can look forward. My project is a curse, therapy I never signed up for. Easy or so I thought, … Continue reading The Book – ghosts