Ghosts of time
Haunt me within
They laugh and cry
Taunting my sins
Ghosts of time
Haunt my past
Make fun of me
Opening my scars
Ghosts of time
Haunt my soul
Hug me tight
Heart of cold
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Wanderers
Poetry" She was written poetry While He was just a draft Combined together They couldn't have made art For one didn't rhyme with the other And sadly Both weren't in sync together. " (This is the first official book I've posted on wattpad and intended to k...
