There was a little ghost walking through walls
Roaming through halls
Floating between stalls.
No one calls.
Stands in the mirror
Still cannot be seen clearer
Oblivious to its exterior
If it ever appears.
They don't scare; they cannot.
Let alone say a word and whatnot
People had no fear, they had rather forgot
And so the little ghost ran out of reasons but to stop.
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Graveyard of Reveries
Poetry"Dig all the gravestones if you can Have a wonderful night in this rotting land A rollercoaster ride in dark fantasy Welcome to my graveyard of reveries" A random collection of poems written by a mentally unstable 17-year-old. pls be nice :) COVER B...
