Can I be a mystery
That no ones trying to solve?
Only just a dream
That no one aims for?
Can I be a ghost, please?
In reality, it already seems
So
Bury me in the garden
Let me breathe in the weeds,
Lavender,
Red oak.
Let me die by the clear pond,
So I can be revived again.
You see,
I'm already dead inside my soul.
Can we make it a reality?
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoetryPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
