space song, ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ, 01.25
tell me i'm the prettiest ghost you've ever seen,
phantom amongst the pumpkins on halloween;
my touch like stars dancing on your skin.
though i am dead, my love continues living
alive as my dearest, my darling,
into whom i'm still falling.
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[14] - monday's child.
Poetry𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴. original poetry i wrote at fourteen.
「 ghost bride. 」
space song, ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ, 01.25
tell me i'm the prettiest ghost you've ever seen,
phantom amongst the pumpkins on halloween;
my touch like stars dancing on your skin.
though i am dead, my love continues living
alive as my dearest, my darling,
into whom i'm still falling.