Ghost Of You Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

"You have to ask him." "Very well." I took a deep breath and let it out. "These belongs to you." I took off my rings and dropped it on the glass table beside me. I stared at him for a few minutes as tears gathered in my eyes but I didn't let it fall. "I hope you find what and who you're looking for Leonidas. Goodbye." I turned and walked to the door, opened it to leave when his voice stopped me.

He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss. Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost was a male ghost? But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind. "Hu... Hue..." her lips trembled as she muttered the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but was powerless. "Yes..." the blond spoke softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly while inhaling her scent. Jennet could not contain the fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor; losing consciousness.

As she said all these, her voice kept increasing by an octave before finally heaving a sigh of regret saying in a tiny voice, "but I gave them all up for you, oh mighty one, so please can I have today, just this night to sulk in peace?" "..." Silence Another deafening round of silence. "As you wish." Then he turned into smoke and dissipated. Just like that? Really? A cool breeze slithered in through the open curtains but because of the recent departure of a certain ice block, it felt warm. Geneva didn't let her eyes close even for a microsecond for the love of her dear life. She kept wondering if this mysterious ghost –whose name she didn't know of– had anything up his sleeve with the way he

I drag in a breath that tastes like sweat and pyrotechnics and make my voice go low, raw, the way they like it. “This one’s for anyone who ever loved a ghost,” I tell them. “You know who you are.” The first verse slides out of me on muscle memory. Cameras flash. Hands reach. The crowd sings half the lyrics for me, a wall of sound begging to be broken and remade. I hit the chorus, pour too much of myself into it like I always do. When the bridge comes—my favorite - the quiet drop before the last explosion—my throat tightens on the line that doesn’t make sense to anyone but me.

Ghost’s voice, weak but alive: “…Still here…”

She has to call in the keyboardist so that I can sing my song with an instrumental. I began singing, and the echoes of my voice resonated in the practice room, with Shakira watching excitedly. “Ghost town streets at 3 AM; silence hangs too heavy in the air. Every corner whispers your name; echoes bounce off the empty square. Taxi lights paint fleeting ghosts, and faces in the windows blur and fade. Searching for a glimpse of you, a phantom in this lonely parade,” I sang, and I could not help but remember my parents; they were who you wrote this song for. All my songs were written due to the loss of my parents, but I am starting to transition to happy songs.

A tiny smile formed in my lips as I reached for it. Seconds later, I got up from the tiled floor and placed the cd at the top of the dvd to set it up. After a few minutes of plugging different plugs, I finally placed the cd inside the dvd. The song that contains a few song which were all depressing for me because of what I am going through begins playing in momentarily; starting with the song called "Dancing With Your Ghost" sang by Sasha Sloan. Yelling at the sky Screaming at the world Baby, why'd you go away?

Eyes 🎵🎶 Like a sunrise🎵🎶 Like a rainfall🎵🎶 Down my soul🎵🎶 And I wonder🎵🎶 I wonder why you look at me like that🎵🎶 What you're thinking🎵🎶 What's behind🎵🎶 Don't tell me🎵🎶 But it feels like love🎵🎶

The silent cry was heard Amid the night Without any word Peering on a moonlight I was ruined Though love was all I'd given I was pained My bliss was what they've taken Millions of lies Loud tears from my eyes Salted my wounds Fighting endless dooms I was put in a maze No way for me to escape The only thing in me was a dagger To break the wall before supper The route was always towards you Still coming to the room of blue I can't follow where my mind leads me to Because after all, I foolishly love you -Gabbie Sanchez 🔸🔸🔸