Thoughts of old lovers rise like ghosts
Slipping beneath my skin to burn
Haunting whispers in my mind
Keeping me from my sleep
Thoughts of old lovers rise like ghosts
Slipping beneath my skin to burn
Haunting whispers in my mind
Keeping me from my sleep
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Evocative.
I know exactly how you feel.
Or at least my pale imitation of how you feel:-)
I think of my ex’s like concert pianists, those practised fingers that fly across the skin, hitting the perfect notes, drawing out the moment to the perfect crescendo. 😀
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I like your Exes better.
Sleepless night, Cara? Tempted to write to one of those old lovers, or just remembering?
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Just remembering. More like an interpreted nap. A little writing settles me.
Yes, writing does that to me too. I can relate.
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It’s extremely cathartic for me.
::like::
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A little commonality. Some spooks are nicer haunts than others though.
If ghosts come to call, write about them but don’t bring them to life… HUGS!
LK
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I can definitely write about them when they come to haunt