I am the trophy on your shelf
Collecting dust
I am the jewelry in your box
Collecting rust
I am the healing over wound
Begins to itch
I am the last customer in line
Waiting for you.Waiting, like a paranoid poltergeist
In the driver's side of every unlocked car, in the basement of every best friend's house.
A prisoner to people
I don't even know anymore.How much longer will I linger through these walls, half expecting you to follow me?
Breathing down my neck
Something I could have and should have and would have said,
If you had deserved to know.-Party Ghost
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Poetry Party Ghost
PoetryNeed a break from the noise? The ultimate survival guide to being socially awkward is here. Read into the mind of the poetry party ghost, a fellow playing the fly-on-the-wall to an assortment of situations in the world. Hear them ramble about all yo...