ForAnother Posted July 23, 2005 Share Posted July 23, 2005 I need a face to ghost my thoughts. Nothing can let my head dissappear these thoughts. I need these, I beg for them to stay with me. Follow my slow footsteps behind my father behind my mother. I pray to become a ghost of them a life of happy endings. With weird beginnings. So please someone, with a mind to remember a thought so trivial remember what I think. To tell you the truth I forgot I was writing this, my ghost. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mieshagirl Posted July 23, 2005 Share Posted July 23, 2005 Interesting poem. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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