Ghosts
When love leaves you blind.
Do you run away?
Or follow behind.
The ghosts of love bring me to you.
I would live and die in you're arms Woodrow.
If it's the last thing I do
A.D. Small
August 23,2018
Very good poem, Amber. Liked the strong aroma therein
Thank you for liking and commenting i appreciate that. i am glad you liked it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you so much that means a lot to me