There are things
That haunt this house
Sounds and faces
They echo the halls
The touch of gossamer skin
Empty eyes
and Last breaths
Around every corner
Something lies
In wait
to overtake you
Do you believe in ghosts?
There are things
That haunt this house
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Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry from my life written between ages 16 and the present.
