Ghost Writer

Ghost, I’ve changed. I’m happy.
Ghost, you’re gone. Got sad.
Ghost got lost in my own world
Pretty ghost, and rad

Ghost, come here. I got you.
Ghost, stay there. I’ll come.
Ghost, you say, “you’re my best friend.”
Then you float or run

Was the call real?
It got me
It all got so real with a
drive down south, smile walking down the stairs
I wanted you, and I wanted you there
Before I knew it
I vanished in the air

Ghost, like silver roses
Ghost, you make my art
Ghost you left me in my mind
Where I fall apart

Ghost, like morning stillness
Ghost, like twilight’s sun
Ghost, I trekked through my whole self
before I finally won