I always knew from the beginning,
That the veil between the dead and living was thinning, I could see what others couldn't see...
And that was meant to be. I never felt alone,
Not in a bad way should I say,
For I had a friend that I would see from day to day, She was sweet, She was kind, And I would often think about her at the back of my mind,
I could see and feel what others couldn't,
Maybe even that some wouldn't,
I never prided myself on that,
Because it is simply just a simple fact,
I could see those who I had lost,
To the other side had crossed...
...And I would often see her,
The leafs around me would stir, And I could see and feel her,
People claim to be able to see these visions,
Usually you will know it is false if their story has gone through several revisions,
What I saw though isn't fake, If it was,
I am sure a ghost's heart would break,
It is real, I know because I feel...
She often gently squeezes my hand,which makes me feel quite glad,
Even though she is made out of thin air,
She is both beautiful and fair,
People wonder why I spend time alone,
The truth is even when I am alone, I am not really alone...
For she is here with me.
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Short Stories
FantasyA collection of one shots and poems that are not related to any of my Fantasy worlds.