I remember you, when it first began, you talked of your desires, and your beliefs as a man, I knew it was you which I wouuld thrive, You became my air.. and kept me alive. Now when I think of you, a little piece of me dies, I showed you my world, my wishes and desires, Together we made sense, invincible... its true. Now all I have is the Ghost of you, no phone calls, no contact, a text message, in which i delay in responding back, you come in and out of my world, from yours, to mine.. leaving me with raised hairs, and that tingle down my spine, my heart flutters, thumping like a "Timberland" beat, As you dissappear, as if you were never here, My eyes hold on, to the ghost image of you, my mind tells me the moments shared never really existed, it was all in my head... But it feels real to me when, were all cuddled up in bed, but maybe I was making love, to the Ghost of you instead. False memories, created in my head, but I'm still in love, with the Ghost of you. Enough said.