Thursday, November 3, 2011

Meet Me at the Cemetery Gates (Fated to Pretend 8)

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

The first moment that I met her
I did not expect a specter
When I shook her hand I really shook a glove
She looked into me so sweetly
And we left the room discreetly
No one else could know the secret of our love

Every morning I awoke
And I see my little ghost
Wondering if it's really her that's lying there
I lean to touch her and I whisper
But not brave enough to kiss her
When I held her I was really holding air

Though I try my best to keep it
There really was no secret
Must have looked like I was dancing with the wall
No one else could see this apparition
But because of my condition
I fell in love with a little ghost and that was all

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above -White Stripes
We actually photographed in an extremely old cemetery. John thinks it's at least 100 years old. You couldn't really read any of the headstones, and the church has long since been bulldozed and turned into a total wine. Man though, what a beautiful, creepy little place. Even if it is in the middle of a strip mall.







The dot patterns on my face are done with lace.





Dress: Urban Outfitters
Shirt: Thrifted
Cardigan:Anne Taylor
Tights:Target
Shoes:Gift
Jewelry:Corvidae


The Ghost. The White Lady. Banshee. Grey Woman. Do you believe?
Luv,
Vanessa*

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