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| [2254] by "Veavitdpoh" (aca8061e.ipt.aol.com) on Sat 16 Dec 2000 09:32:06 [ reply ] |
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I met her at a funeral, she seemed pretty sad
Her skin was rather pale, but she looked damn good in black She didn't mean to do so, but she caught and held my eye And when I offered a shoulder, she held on tight and cried I took her to a coffeeshop - hey, she fit right in And listened to her philosiphize about death and sin She protested when I settled the bill, but her smile made my day And before she walked through the door I got directions to her grave My girlfriend is a ghost, she is recently deceased My mom doesn't approve and my priest thinks it's heresy I don't really care, though, 'cause together we're happy And as far as I'm concerned, we're both in heaven already I had the perfect date with her just the other night I made supper with my own hands and I treated her right We curled up on my loveseat and we watched Poltergeist But I can't remember a thing except her misty eyes Carefully, shyly, she reached up, caressed my mind And to this very day I can still feel her lips on mine There's just one downside to her that I find so frustrating I think I got to third base but I couldn't feel a thing My girlfriend is a ghost, she is formerly living She's taught me how to appreciate incorporeality She walked out of the afterlife and stepped right into mine Even death can't make us part, and that suits me just fine One day, shopping downtown, I was lost in thoughts of love Stepped into a crosswalk and was mowed down by a bus The ground came up to meet me, wanted to be my friend Then everything went pitch black and I knew this was the end I saw a tunnel, long and dark, and I saw a light And I knew it was her, that she was what shone so bright And on my cheeks glistened tears of joy as I drew nigh But as I drew near she took my hands and sadly closed her eyes "I'm sorry, sweetie," she whispered, "it just isn't your time," "But when it is, I'll be here at the end of the line" Then I woke up in a hospital, risen from the dead And if I meet the doctor who saved my life I'm going to break his goddamn neck My girlfriend is a ghost, she is living deprived She may seem a little shy but I've seen who she is inside Her heart may not beat but it's there for all to see And I've got it all to myself for all of eternity My girlfriend is a ghost, she is recently deceased My mom doesn't approve and my priest thinks it's heresy I don't really care, though, 'cause together we're happy And as far as I'm concerned, we're both in heaven already |
