A glimpse of a grave, a dead girl who walks.
A lost spirit who roams every street, field, and path.
She was once a an alive girl who was a human, she is now nothing more than a memory.
A girl who laughed, loved, cried, screamed, and lived now roams this Earth looking for something.
She is looking for herself.
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Deep Blue Water Lily
PoetryA bunch of poems I wrote! I hope you enjoy them! I wrote a lot of deep poems so uhm yeah! But I really hope you like this! (I CHANGED THE FORMAT!!!)
