Ghost in my heart.

I breathe on the frosty window and draw a little heart in the mist,

and I watch it fade away.

Then I do it again.

I listen to love songs on my ipod and no matter how many times I press next,

it won't shuffle to a different type of song.

It's like my ipod is echoing my heart.

I press the keys on my piano and try to sing the note,

but my voice is too high, too low, too imperfect.

Too imperfect for you.

I pluck dandelions and pick off the petals one by one,

he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.

And I let the dandelion fall to the ground amongst it's fallen petals.

I pick up my phone and wonder if I should call you,

I press call but I hang up when you say "hello".

And I watch as my phone plays your ringtone and i look at your face on my screen.

I watch you log onto msn and I say hi,

but it's not too long before you have to go again and I break down.

The distance between us is just too far away.

At night I call out your name with an aching heart,

I try to clasp the ghost of your warm hand as I fall asleep.

With the ghost of your kiss upon my lips.

(Dedicated to all the couples out there who are seperated by one way or another: Distance, Parents etc)