if I ever met the ghost,
I'd never scream
Or get scared
I'd look at it, and
Request it to take me with it
If I ever see a ghost
I'd request it to take me away
So far from here
From this annoying world
To their imperfectly perfect world
If I ever met a ghost,
I'd ask it to kidnap me,
I'd not scream or plead
I'll just sit and
Wait for darkness
If I see a ghost
I'd ask, how
How did you manage to escape
This world
How did you survive in here
Cause I feel like giving up
Every moment I live
And I don't feel
That I'm living but
I feel like I'm surviving
YOU ARE READING
Blue and grey
PoetryJust some random poetry... A little pessimistic And I'm still 14, and all these are either made by me or my best friends If there is any sort of grammar mistake, Please do forgive All rights reserved
