My mind is like the sheets on a bed,
Still tainted by your scent,
The night was silent,
The only sound was the equivalence of your breaths next to me,
But the noise was all in my head,
Wishful thinking.
You walk around my room like ghost,
A ghost in my bedroom,
And you haunt me like I thought you would,
But you are still very much alive,
Just not apart of me anymore,
So all I receive now is the sound of your deep moans reverberating off my walls,
But it's all in my head.
You're all in my head.
