She walks with bare feet across the oak floor,
The house has never been this empty.
In every creak of the floorboard,
She can hear laughter,
She can smell sunshine.
Hello?
She is merely greeting herself,
Goodnight, good morning,
Time does not exist here.
She was in a dusty frame,
She was waving to herself.
But she is not that girl,
She is not a girl at all.
She is no one and no one knows her.
These memories are not mine.
For she never existed.
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Lillies and Ghosts
ПоэзияPoems for the young, the restless, or the mad. These are my words to you, always and forever~
