Ghost and his point of view (pt. 12)

by AlonEvil

In silence
I can listen to my heart
whispering, waiting, wanting
as desired, but so denied
crying, lying, crying
tears blurting out
no pain, no hurt
just another moment alone
out…staring at the lake, watching the rain
flirt, flirting, flirt
with a shadow of no one
maybe it’s time to cut
or to find a gun
but this short story must end