Her eyes are like ice, from years of living in a cage.
She walks the halls living in nothing but a dream.
Her footsteps are quiet as she creeps, watching and listening.
A ghost never able to leave.
"This is where I was murdered." She whispers.
This was where he left her, dead inside.
A broken heart.
This dream, this nightmare is where she will reside for the rest of her life.
Trapped and never able to leave,
She is a ghost, to who she once was.
And a ghost is what she will stay.
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REALITY
PoetryPoetry for those few souls that long for realness our world lacks Written not for reads but a place where I can write my feelings so I can attempt understand them myself. ••• To the boy that changed me. Heartbreak or not, you will live on in my burn...
