The ghost I love is sweet and kind.
The ghost I love gives sight to the blind.
The ghost I love listens, and cares.
The ghost I love holds me when I'm scared.
But the ghost I love is all in your head, a beautiful thought you held whilst I bled.
And while you shout and proclaim that you're trying your best...
The ghost that I love, is a ghost nonetheless.
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Diary Of A Shattered Mind - A Book Of Assorted Poetry
PoetryAll original poetry. I just have feelings, and I like to make them sound pretty. Purely self indulgent, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.