the autumn breeze rushed in my direction, the walls full of gothic fiction, ever-flowing with the brains corridors surpassing my comfort level.
the haunted house i once knew has a funeral notice, attendees turn heads as i walk towards your casket.
i never was one to spend money on flowers, why would i purchase one for you?
with a loving kiss from cupids arrow, i was grateful to be alive again- to feel alive again.
although i'd rather grow my own, i've always wondered why haunted houses never include flowers.
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my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
