My ghost was dancing to
that lonely, haunted lullaby.
All my shiny memories was
locked into the dark room.
And the monsters were screaming.
But, the sun came up and
filled the room with light.
The sun smiled at my soul.
The sun was a girl, my best girl.
She was there when everything
was falling down and she shined
over me.
Well, this one was requested by Swiftie_Payel.. So here it is! Hope you like it!
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Colourful Thoughts
PoetryAs we all know, people have the ability to think. They think every second, every minute, they think before they speak or after, they think every time. We have thoughts about someone or something, we have thoughts about our life, we think and have wo...
