The thing is a ghost
Carrying the secrets
Through its death
Constantly crying
It sees a little girl
Hopping through a train.
On that train,
She followed the ghost
Until the girl became a bit older.
She learned the secrets,
And why he was crying.
Afraid of death he was.
Hidden in death,
Was the train.
Heading the crying,
From the ghost.
Because of his secrets he wrote the girl.
For now he knew she was a girl
Not afraid of any death.
Chasing and capturing his secrets.
Running on the train
If the ghost's mind.
Temporary insanity left him always crying.
Fearing the crying
Of the girl
The ghost have death
To any on the train.
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Not So Great Poems
PoetryThese are just a bunch of poems, correctly written or not. If you choose to read this I hope you enjoy it.
