it began when he held her hand
as he gripped it tight to help her stand
he then sat with her as she ate
chattering away as she picked at her place
then with blood leaving a trace
and a bruise covering half his face
he walked her home in the rain
clutching an icepack that was bound to stain
when she asked why he was hurt
he simply grinned and wiped his face on his shirt
as the months go by they gradually become close
because to him she was never a ghost
months turn to years as he never leaves her side
and with him she is happier
the ghost girl has died
leaving behind a girl who laughs
a girl who smiles.
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flutter
Poetryhis cruel words were said without stutter as he left me alone without giving me the chance to even mutter so all i can do now is pick my torn apart heart out of the gutter as i spread my singed wings in the hopes to grasp the clouds as i flutter ⭐◾⭐...
