HAUNTED

 

Our love is built on scattered bones
with castle rock and granite stones
Haunted by old lovers’ moans
Our love is built on scattered bones.

Our love was lit by an old flame
burned everything in our love’s name
The mirror knows the fools to blame
Our love was lit by an old flame.

Ghosts of guilt now roam these halls
The room grows cold to knocks on walls
perfumed air and phantom calls
Ghosts of guilt now roam these halls.

Our love is built on scattered bones.
Our love is built on scattered bones.
Kathy keogh

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