Haunted- Stories From the Afterlife

I walk into a room

Sick from the pricey perfume

The ball floor covered in drinks

Don't splatter it won't matter if you shatter the glass

Cold air, I see her in a dress

The cold air doesn't seem to impress her

You find me in my sleep

 I'm haunted by your memories

The " I like to be on my own"

To the " I like you on the phone"

To the" I wish to know you forever "

I wish I knew forever didn't mean the same to you

Now I walk into a room

Wearing black for you

How can I say goodbye

When I'm not supposed to know you

What shamelessly belonged to me

Now lies in the ground making no sound

You find me in my sleep

 I'm haunted by your memories

The " I like to be on my own"

To the " I like you on the phone"

To the" I wish to know you forever "

I wish I knew forever didn't mean the same to you

To see the ghost of you

In the corner of every room

You were my break of dawn

But now you're long gone

I moved on with closed eyes

With the picture of your body as cold as ice

Every morning is a curse

But every night is a little worse

I squeezed my eyes shut for the last time

The frostbite kicked in, starting from within

You find me in my sleep

 I'm haunted by your memories

The " I like to be on my own"

To the " I like you on the phone"

To the" I wish to know you forever "

I wish I knew forever didn't mean the same to you. 

-Neha Bhende