Poems I Write

Ghosts

Creeping in the middle of the night,

Oh sorry did I cause you fright,

Accident here may occur,

I sincerely doubt that you have heard,

But I am dead and you are living,

So guess what that means,

Why I'm spinning,

Frisking around the room I fly,

Each and every day that passses by,

Flying through a window breaks the glass,

Raining through everytime I pass,

Sometimes you scream and other times are silent,

But have no fear I truly mean no harm,

Other than playing around and being bored,

I guess that means I've become the storm,

So now I'll just fly away,

Pretending I was never there,

And gone from your presence here,

I am gone, nothing's there.