Ahoy Emily,
There's a ghost in the mirror,
Once you had it all,
Now you bereft of all,
Shun from it,
Come to the lighthouse in the dark,
It shall direct your ship to dock,
For the relation we have is still in lock,
But here we go again,
Chained in neverland,
Like a carousel,
Back and forth.
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
