She always knew her house was haunted,
but she didn’t mind the clouds above her head.
Something perfect isn’t what she wanted.
She preferred a stranger sort of company instead.
Someone she can talk to.
Someone she can trust.
Someone she can even love,
but someone she can’t touch.
He tried to hold her hand that first night
when she danced to the words that he sang.
Even though his voice usually caused a fright,
she just wanted to help this see-through man.
She was the one people would always avoid.
Her house scared them and they tried to destroy it,
even though she only went outside once a week at most.
Guess it was kind of obvious – she was in love with a ghost.
She tried to end it a thousand times,
but just got stuck deeper with every goodbye.
Simply separated by life and death,
nothing more than the tears that she cries,
a miniature fact – impossible to deny.