The Dead Girl Epilogue: Part One

Soon the rain will wash away the sun as I melt with you, I am Ghost...(x6)

Isn't this what you dreamed about
Isn't this what you think about
One more taste from our lips and tongue;
We kissed
Delicately sketched for seconds
As we fly fast
Like snowflakes of glassed bliss
I drift like memories
Isn't this what you dreamed about
What you think about?
You want it?
So be it.