A GhostA Poem by IndaA Ghost
An empty room, a silent hum. A house is not a home. a dirty broom, a spider’s web; a memory I cannot forget. Big brown eyes filled with lies. Lips that hurt and I was her first. Smiles while she cries, eternal; never dies. My heart’s the host Her love’s the ghost. © 2013 Inda |
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Indamiami, FLAboutI love fiction that's gritty and honest and so my stuff is often times like that. I don't have as much free time as I'd like, but i will get to the request in time and appreciate anyone who takes the .. more..Writing
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