Song Lyrics Ghost Of You Novels & Stories

she whispered. He met her eyes. "Yeah." He glanced down and his fingers began to strum The Psychedelic Furs' tune The Ghost in You, except his version was a gentle soothing croon. Ashleigh stared incredulously but she didn't make a sound. He began to softly sing and his voice was amazing. Ashleigh's mouth turned as dry as the Sahara Desert as she stared at Christopher. She was frozen and the world seemed to stop, and all there was was this man singing this particular song to her—this song of all songs, from a movie that defined her life.

Where the original fell neatly, I threw in a curve. It’s not pretty. But it’s honest. “You’re warping it,” he says softly, more observation than accusation. “Good,” I say. “They don’t get to keep the clean version and leave me with all the rust.” I let my voice in, low and rough. *You thought this song was yours to bury / you thought these notes would stay in stone / but I can twist the ghost you carried / turn your dirge into my own…* The words slide out easier than I expected.

Her collogues were happy for her She was the most reasonable one, she had a kind heart everyone was happy for her but also sad for her departure, they were going to miss her a lot. She went home and informed Amanda, her little girl. Amanda was busy cleaning the house, she loved humming a lullaby she used to sing a neighbor’s kid, she had a cracked voice, she was not a good vocalist, but that did not stop her from loving it anyway. “Knock, knock.” Her mom was already home,

Hard. I move closer before I even realize I’m doing it, steps slow, like she’s a wild creature that might bolt if I breathe too loud. She keeps singing. “…you don’t have to stand alone in the dark anymore, I know your ghosts, I know you’re more, I know the world never told you you could be loved…” I swallow. Once. Twice.

"Lost in shadows, I wander free A heart once whole, now broken sea Echoes of memories, whispers low A love that faded, like the winter's snow In moonlit nights, I search for thee A ghostly figure, a love that used to be Footsteps fade, like autumn leaves Leaving me with tears, and heart that grieves But still I hold, on to the pain For in its depths, our love remains A bittersweet refrain, a memory's stain Forever etched, like scars that remain" Her voice trembled, cracking with emotion. Yet, the song seemed to take on a life of its own, filling the darkness with a longing that felt almost palpable.

People don't hate ghosts. Our time together was pretty short, but it was also the best time of my life. Now that you're gone, I feel empty. Without you, I feel broke like half a whole. Without you, I've got no hand to hold. Without you, I feel like a torn sail in a storm. Without you, I'm just a sad song. You broke my heart, but I still love you with all the pieces and I'll always do. Take good care of yourself. Love,

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Some invisible force seemed to hold me back, and I had no choice but to follow Helena as she drove aimlessly to a random bar. She stumbled through the door, her high heels clacking chaotically on the floor. "Give me your strongest drink." The bartender gave her a glance and silently poured a half-full glass, setting it in front of her. She grabbed it and downed it in one gulp. The burn of the alcohol made her cough, and tears slid down her cheeks. "Nathan… Nathan…" She lifted the glass again, staring blankly at the amber liquid, her voice heavy with pain. "Why did you leave me? Why… didn't you let me be with you even for the last moments?

"I have one working hand, Anya. Even for a critic, that’s a remarkably stupid request." "Not the violin. Your voice." I leaned forward, my hair falling over my shoulder. "The lyrics you were scratching into the napkin at the hospital. The ones about 'the ghost in the crossing.' Play those." Kai went still. The sarcasm vanished, replaced by a raw, jagged vulnerability that made me want to reach out and touch him. "Those aren't for the tour," he rasped. "Then who are they for?"

We keep behind closed doors, everytime I see you, I die a little more Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls It'll never be enough As you drive me to my house I can't stop these silent tears from rolling down You and I both have to hide on the outside where I can't be yours and you can't be mine But I know this we got a love that is hopeless I was enchanted, feeling as though the voice was reaching right inside my chest and gripping my heart. Then she let the cloak fall away and my breath was stolen in that moment. It was Stormie. I knew that the voice felt familiar but I'd never heard her sing. Hell most people here hadn't even heard her speak before. The room was silent as