Ghost of meI can’t sleep My chest’s heaving How can I speak? I’m scared of breathing I reach you with my fingertips Brush against the skin You don’t turn to reach for me Or even say a thing I would break myself, my love Just to be with you But I can feel you’re slipping And there’s nothing I can doGhost of me
You shatter me like glass Bleeding feeling from the tear Now I lie here in pieces Broken up when you’re not there I would bleed till grey, my love If I could hold you tight When you’re not here to comfort m
Devious Journal Entry
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Oh I wish I was a shinigami with apples in my hair
From Tokyo to USA - they wouldn’t see me there
I was born bright green but my mother didn’t care
Oh I wish I was a shinigami with apples in my hair
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