I can not risk to move
My life has become graveyard
Friendships and love laid to rest
It’s become so cold, so quiet
Surrounded by ghosts
Haunted by the power of the past
The times when I have smiled,
They haunt me out from the photographs
The times when I was young,
They haunt me out from the mirror
The times when I was loved
They haunt me each and everyway they can
©Mark Anthony Games / The Human Voice 2011. All Rights Reserved
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