once i was sleeping,
opened my eyes
and there was this thing by my window,
like a holographic image
of a ghost
a girl
who reached from floor to ceiling.
i stared for a moment,
then screamed,
toppling out of bed,
clambering, sprinting, flying
for my parents' room.
i snuggled beneath their covers,
heard their groans:
they said,
there's no such thing as ghosts, jamie.
but i knew better.
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love it =D
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Thank you!
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That's right. We know how it is. Parents are just silly.
Really cute one
Reminds me of those good old days.
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Good ole days. My gads, you are one old fogie.
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Oh yes! Those good ole days . . . when I had to walk 6 miles to school. . . barefoot . . . in the snow . . . uphill . . . both ways. Haha
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a good poem, it reads well, not sure i can help with constructive crticism as it seems fine to me.
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Thank you! ^_^
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