of extended takes and discarded tissue papers.

being with you is
one heck of a rollercoaster.

a ride of joy,
and happiness,
But also of pain,
and sadness..

but given the risk,
it's a ride i'm willing to take,
over and over.

of lingering past and today's condolescence.

tell me,

how can i compete,
with a ghost that's never there,
except in your heart?

you're right..
i can't..