GHOSTS

Bustillos



Ghosts in my life, 
in those dreams,
broken dreams, 
broken to pieces, 
dreams that are gone.

Love left,
I don't want to suffer, 
I don't want sorrow. 
Life still goes on, 
I filled myself with ghosts,
ghosts from my past.

I don't want to be tied to anyone, 
I don't want to let anyone suffer, 
that way I can leave peacefully without fear.

I live among ghosts I loved,

in that past full of my ghosts.

Ghosts who loved me and whom I loved with all my heart.

It is time now to depart,
too late in flying, and becoming a ghost.

Ghosts, ghosts
ghosts from the sky

 

 

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18 -x -2025

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  • Author: Bustillos (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 18th, 2025 05:27
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