Sitting alone, in my living room, of my home, I stare outside at the moon, when I feel a chill, glide through me, and I sit still, wondering who's passed through to see me.
Sat here thinking, the light starts blinking, I think I'm dreaming, is there a ghost visiting.
A glass smashes on the porch, I suddenly grab a torch, and take a look outside, and suddenly something glides, and takes a glance at me, I just stand still and freeze.
I head to my room, take another look at the moon, and begin to cry, as I begin to fly, back to where I rest, to lay with the dead, as I say goodbye, to the woman in my life, who I had to leave, one New Year's Eve, a death so tragic, where our romance turned to ashes, and I was left dying, and you sat beside me crying.
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This Is Your Voice
Thơ CaA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
