There's a road that I know,
That brings me some memories.
The signs on the side,
Always make me turn around.
It's a roundabout with no end,
A place in the back of my head.
Your address, I forget it sometimes.
But I remember how to get there.
It hurts whenever I go by,
But that's alright with me.
Cause I still love a ghost,
Who's too far away to see.
It's really only at night,
When I try to stop on by.
When I'm feeling lonely,
And I can't find my way home.
It's really simple how I always know,
The way to where we used to be.
Your address, I forget it sometimes.
But I remember how to get there.
It hurts whenever I go by,
But that's alright with me.
Cause I still love a ghost,
Who's too far away to see.
There's traces in my eyes,
When I wake up and look In the mirror.
Of all the things I used to see,
Back on that road.
A road I took a thousand times,
And I'd do it for two.
As many as you'd ask me to.
Your address, I forget it sometimes.
But I remember how to get there.
It hurts whenever I go by,
But that's alright with me.
Cause I still love a ghost,
Who's too far away to see.
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Thinker (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
I can relate to the wording of despair in your yearning:
'Your address, I forget it sometimes.
But I remember how to get there.
It hurts whenever I go by,
But that's alright with me.
Cause I still love a ghost,
Who's too far away to see.'..
thanks for sharing
Of course! Thank you for reading.
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