The Ghost of You...

Love is an illusion, I know,
from my mind that I must erase,
still, I don't know why my inane heart,
into thoughts of you always strays.

I realize that to me,
you're like a faraway star,
that sheds its heavenly light on me,
but forever remains afar.

My thoughts take wing,
and my dreams soar high,
but all hope must end in desolation,
as I realize with a sigh.

Love fool that I am,
I still believe love to be true,
and that's why I always fail,
to exorcise, the ghost of you.

~ Rachit ~

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