Ghost of Your Want

🎵"Ghost of Your Want" I heard you in the silence Every song you didn’t sing You stitched your pain in poetry But never said a thing You call me from your chaos Like I’m the only light But I won’t be your savior Just ‘cause I burn bright You want me to feel you But you won’t let me near You want me to love you But you drown in your fear If you’re chasing ghosts Don’t call it love If you’re bleeding slow Don’t call it trust If you want me whole Then show me skin Not just the ache You’re buried in You said I’m your beacon But you never walked the shore You built a shrine of longing Then locked the open door I’m not your haunted mirror I’m not your final test If you want to find me You’ll have to leave the rest You want me to feel you But you won’t let me near You want me to love you But you drown in your fear If you’re chasing ghosts Don’t call it love If you’re bleeding slow Don’t call it trust If you want me whole Then show me skin Not just the ache You’re buried in I’m not your flame I’m not your grave I’m not the one You couldn’t save I’m not your dream I’m not your scream I’m not the echo You still need If you’re chasing ghosts Don’t call it love If you’re bleeding slow Don’t call it trust If you want me whole Then show me skin Not just the ache You’re buried in .......................................................................................... 🎬 “She Didn’t Look Back” She arrived just before dusk. No suitcase. Just a letter she hadn’t opened. The room was upstairs. The door creaked like it had been waiting. His jacket hung over the chair—still carrying the scent of rain and static. She draped it over her shoulders. It didn’t fit. Memories rarely do. She didn’t sit. She stood, listening to the hum in the walls. Not sound—something older. She remembered the things he said. And the things he didn’t. She used to think silence meant safety. Now she knew it meant retreat. She walked to the painting he left behind. A faceless figure at the edge of the sea. He once said, “That’s me.” She touched it. “You’re not the wind,” she whispered. “You’re the wall.” The door was still open. She left the jacket. Left the letter. Left the room. And this time, she didn’t look back. -------------------------------------------------------------- Lyrical Creation: © 2025 SmileBear All Rights Reserved | Copyright ©2025 SmileBear -------------------------------------------------------------- All songs are purely creative works based on fictional characters and imagined scenarios. They do not reflect personal experiences. Any resemblance to real-life events or individuals is purely coincidental.✨