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Her and Me, are Meant to Be!

This is about a guy who fell hard for girl of his dreams. Except... this perfect girl of his is a... ghost.
I feel her every night,
Her soft skin white,
Her tender cold breath,
Her whispers of death,
The life that I feel,
Seems so surreal,
Yet it seems to me,
That her and me,
Are meant to be.

I want to be able to dare,
To touch her snow white hair,
To feel her cool sweet lips,
On my fingertips,
To stroke her gentle nose,
I want her to know,
That her and me,
Are meant to be.

I can't stand the mornings,
How I hate those feelings!
Without her, nothing feels right,
I want to be with her every day and night,
To be able to pull her towards me,
And tell her that her and me,
Are meant to be.

I lay in bed,
Holding onto my forehead,
Where is she?
Hasn't she come for me?
Why did she have to go?
Does she not know?
That her and me,
Are meant to be.

I can't take it anymore,
It's already turned four!
I'm not going to let her go,
Because she needs to know,
That her and me,
Are meant to be.

I put a gun to my head,
And said my last words in bed,
"I'm coming for you!"
You know it's true!
Because her and me,
Are meant to be.

Standing outside the golden gate,
I've been told to wait,
For what my heart desires most,
Where is my darling ghost?
And there I see,
The beautiful figure in front of me,
She whispers gently into my ears,
So no one else hears,
"I love you,"
"I love you too."
I guess it's true,
Her and me,
Are meant to be!
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Published: 1/10/2012
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