Just a ghost, I whisper my name,
My hearth burning with envy and fame,
And I look, and look, like my stare was sold ──
You, a gray, you burn so cold.
~ So Cold That
You Burn
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𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀 ⫘⫘ 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲
PoetryWhistling is like telling secrets, it's fond, but you never know what is in it.
Ghost
Just a ghost, I whisper my name,
My hearth burning with envy and fame,
And I look, and look, like my stare was sold ──
You, a gray, you burn so cold.
~ So Cold That
You Burn
