Ghosts

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You’re ghost

You’re essence

You’re appeal

Lingers next to me,

In front of me,

In me,

Everywhere,

I’m trapped

By your intense grip

You’re awkwardness,

That I have never noticed,

Not once,

Before,

I want you,

Oh god,

I really do.

Love me

Kiss me

Touch me

Be with me

I’m begging,

I want the sun

To touch me,

I want your gaze

To be aimed at

me

I want you,

You’re my Sunshine;

So cliché

Goofy Grins,

Lost faces,

Awkwardness,

Average boy,

I’d love

To see you

Instead of only be reminded of you,

I wish you were

Many things,

But right now,

I wish you were here,

In front of me,

Where my fingers can touch

Your interesting face,

Where my lips can press against

Your lustful ones,

Where my body will feel complete

With yours,

I swear,

I want you. 

[[A//N: This may sound very thirsty, and trust me it is, but adhere to me, there is more to this poe than some sinful lust. My feels in this poem are not well developed, because its everywhere, but cha know, it's what I am feeling -.- so pardon me :). Hope you enjoyed

-Marla Castillo]]

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