Born The Ghosts Poem by Kevin Patrick

I'm thinking of you,
When deep down I know
That your not thinking of me
Or ever will again
But that's how its goes when your born as a ghosts
And your spirt is gone from the holy hosts
Its hard to measure these fantasies
With rulers that never exists
When all I ever truly wanted
Was the comfort of a kiss
In this world that is cold when road has no gold
Oh you loved me when I was the actor
Putting on the production
To gain your attraction
Oh sure it was nice when I held the spotlight
You liked me when I was someone
Who was your fantasy come true
The captivating lead captured for your needs
I said the lines, and played the role.
Practiced my image so fear wouldn't show
But when it was over and the curtains came down
You saw behind the mask and couldn't comprehend
And that's when I knew that it was the end
Because I wasn't Mr. Cool, I was every bodies fool
No roses just poses and lines of empty seats
But that's how it goes when you live as a ghosts
And so I go home
and cuddle my blanket
And spoon with a pillow
Pretending it was you and that you wanted me too
What a joke it is to want to have this
When I'm just Frankenstein's monster
Its midnight now, and I'm thinking of you
But I know you will never think of me again.