Though I can't see you,
I know you're there.
Touching my face,
And messing up my hair.
Some people say you don't exist,
But I know the truth.
You're just as real,
As an eye or a tooth.
So do what you want,
I won't shed a tear.
To tell you the truth,
I'm really glad your here.
Author notes
An odd little poem about a ghost that just popped into my head.
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Aw, that's really cute. I loved it! The last line especially.
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