Tick tock tick,
3 am at every midnight.
Slient footsteps and knocking on the door,
I heard Whispers and crying sounds.
Tightly closing my eyes and the rolling tears.
I tried my best not to care.
Surely My sins are paying off
The doll I abandoned had Now Returned.
Creepy smiles and old fashion style.
The doll will haunt me,
Until the pain of her will gone.
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This Poem was requested by @XxTheAWSOMEauthorxX
I tried my best to make it short and scary, but still think it's not good enough.
I hope you like it!
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♡||Unspoken Feelings||♡
PoetryJust like A flower, She'll Bloom and Wither Away. Trying to describe life with the Feelings that I have, Using the beauty of Words. Poem Book. #Wattys2019
