To the ones that hurt you the most
You float out their memories like a ghost
And though they haunt your every dream
They stay okay, they stay asleep
It's those who keep us awake in fright
That stay asleep all through the night
We are but ghosts
They can't hear our screams
Into our pillows because they stay asleep
We are but ghosts
And they made our beds
While the pillows we cry into hold their sleeping heads
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Poetry"I landed on the ground and it had this horrible thing called gravity" In all it's different forms The poetry of pain The words of the girl who went from pink To a lonely shade of gray #67 Highest Rank © 2015 ML_Brooks, all rights reserv...
