The Ghost in My Bedroom
That day.
I moved away.
Leaving all, I could not stay.
In this place called California.
My whole life changed.
Let me inform ya.
Unpacking stuff.
From soap to sprays.
Wait; was that the smell of hay?
I turned around.
And there he was.
A ghost and it was to my dismay.
I worked so hard.
He would always scoff.
But something in me seemed a bit off.
Every time I looked.
Every time I touched.
He seemed to know me, in this loft.
I knew this would,
Lead me to certain doom.
But what I knew, I could assume.
Slowly and steady.
I was falling for,
Jesse, the ghost in my bedroom.