I once was under your skin.
Knew every breath that you ever drew in.
Your secrets were safe here,
I was next of kin.
So why am I a ghost now?
Your feelings made your world.
Your universe built around how you were hurt.
Your every word was safe here,
You were what I deserved.
So why are you a ghost now?
Just a ghost
who never saw
the real demon
*thumbs up*
ReplyDeletegirl, that was great! :-)
Thanks DP! Kind of real personal poems all this page down, haha :p
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