Most people keep skeletons in their closets.
Old regrets,
Mistakes,
Things they would change
If given the chance.
That Boy over there,
The one with the pale skin
And the white eyes,
He doesn't keep skeletons in his closet.
See, that Boy over there,
The one who lives alone
In that old manor in the woods,
He doesn't have any skeletons to put in his closet.
He's not old enough to have any,
He's had no chance to make mistakes.
The only thing he’d want to change,
If give the chance,
Is the mind of Fate.
See, he does keep something in his closet,
But they're not skeletons.
No, they're not skeletons.
He keeps Ghosts in his closet.
Those Ghosts are his parents.
See, they died not so long back,
And he won't let them go.
He keeps their Ghosts in his closet.
You just have to wonder,
What will he do when he finds his first skeleton?
Where will he put it?
He can't put it in his closet,
Because he keeps Ghosts in his closet.
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Mind's Tales
PoetryIf you're one of those folks that think that all poems need to rhyme, I'm sorry. In any case, this is a simple collection of poems. A few of them rhyme. But most of them don't.
