I sit in the car listening to the radio the audio goes silent as people talk and I'm just a ghost if you walk, I follow swallow water ill see, and I'll be unknown I'm a soul without a goal just to watch like I'm a mole in a hole
I'm not registered just quiet, and I'll never be discovered I'm a ghost not a host the most I do I talk or grunt and it's not a stunt I'm just a tag along singing a song what I say is wrong I'm a jerk and I will smirk I'm lonely it is only me you see I'm a tag along singing a song that only I know the lyrics to.
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The mind of a poet and a writer (A TRUE STORY ABOUT ME)
Poetrythis is a book about me and my life and my poems. Also, it has poems made by me that talk about real stuff, and some are disturbing. enjoy (Some poems might be triggering)
