Ghost

by Ginger Ozawa   Feb 6, 2012


When you feel the cold breeze
that's me breathing

When you hear the silence
that's me screaming

When you hear the wolf at night
that's me singing a song for you

When you wake up to the morning sun
that's me trying to keep hell away from you

When you blink unconsciously
that's me trying to make you see

When you don't feel the hours pass by
that's me....

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  • 12 years ago

    by Inspriwriter

    Nice poem :) it really has me thinking