He waits everyday at the store
Waiting for him to come
He said he would be here
He said he would come
He waits everyday at the store
The boy stops coming after a year
And then the man appears
I’m here he says but theres no one their
He goes in the store and asks about the boy
They say he waited for a year and suddenly disappeared
He goes out of the store he was too late to save him from fate
He walks along the streets a ghost in the crowds
He isn’t real
He is a phantom
He was trying to save the boy at the corner store
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Behind Closed Doors
PoetryEverything and anything people don't talk about. In poetry form I'm taking requests if you want me to write about something. It can be anything from Abuse to mental illness. Trigger warning contains content about self harm,eating disorders,abuse,sex...
