we were both ghosts

your hands were cold in between mine,

but the shape you took was just right.

it was empty, it was out of reach;

im holding onto nothing, just set me free.

held me in the form of his thoughts,

and i filled it up to fit just right.

was i meant to stretch myself thin?

or be held comfortably in between

maybe that’s all just the same thing.

would i ever fall for your soul,

or do you just dance to my songs?

you would never get the meaning,

ride with the waves of my heart.