Fly, fly
The bird flew
But did it
Was the bird ever even there
Was it just a blur of a hallucination
The sad sad ghost doesn't know
What is real
Is she real
Nobody sees her
Well they do but its not like they want to
Who wants to look at that ugly thing
So they don't see her
They see through her and talk to her
Briefly
Undesirably
Maybe, just maybe the ghost
doesn't
even
want
to talk to them anymore either
She can fly like the bird
Far away from reality
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI apologize for my past fanfics I want to start writing poetry and expressing myself in a less frightening way :)
