it's true.
i'm not as dashing as edward cullen; who needs to sparkle in the day's sunlight.
nor am i as beautiful as jacob black; who turns into a dog when he gets angry.

but i'm that ghost between the pillows and sheets,
hidden in your thoughts and burrows inside your heart.
and come soon, time, will allow me to grow flesh
and lips.

and then, do what you do best