The Ghost Of My Friend/by:Haunted Lunacy

I miss my best friend,

I love her so.

To me she is the world,

I can never let her go.

Though she doesn’t miss

me, still I hope and pray,

that she will come back

and decide to stay.

This broken heart

I can’t console,

without her my demons,

they gain control. 

So I weep in silence,

and pray this heart mends,

for I miss my angel,

the ghost of my friend.