When all of my fears come to life,
When I lost her it was my fright.
The entire class out one night.
There only one thing in sight.
Only one could hear the sounds.
Yet I die laying on the ground.
I wake up in her house confused to see her things.
I cry in my dream and I call him to see the three.
Rejected I am but it doesn't stop me.
I want his hand...
But it's never handed.
Don't stare at me like that.
I'm no ghost.
I'm the host,
So I sat as I talked a odd friend.
Why do u not want me to be there??¿¿
Was my death that bad??
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
