when my youth was pure,
monsters didn't seek
company.
i talked to ghosts, and loneliness i endured.
the price to pay
for a broken home.
that's when i opened the door,
and the spirits swirled.
talking of ancient things,
of beings,
we're not quite sure.
their lessons from thin air.
showing us how rare
it was,
the lives we live,
and the breath we take.
i talked to ghosts,
and when they said
to go home
i wouldn't dare.
YOU ARE READING
my broken thoughts 𐦍༘⋆
Poetryજ⁀➴ a collection of my broken thoughts i call poetry₊⊹
