Prompted by: “Imagine an invisible ghost picks up a pen and starts writing to you.”
You’re like a ghost, my secret writer
Flame is burning like a lighter
Time goes by, you just get brighter
Now connected with soul fiber
I don’t think that you’re a ghost, my friend
Just someone lost in the tesseract bend
I leave out paper and my favorite pen
You write the words that cut my soul again
Some how, some way you’ve been caught between
No one could understand the things you mean
I only now do through the words I’ve seen
Through your eloquence, it’s so serene
I really think your soul could use some peace
Don’t want you caged and so I call release
One hand of mine does want a missing piece
The smarter me just wants your pain to cease
In this crazy-dramatic like a new movie
The pen keeps fluttering as you move through me
Your words they whisper that you need to see
A way back home to where you really should be
I’ll bury my head in all the pages
Read all of the words built over ages
To get you home I’ll be outrageous
Just please remember what my name is
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