My True Love's HauntingA Poem by p.kuhla ghost is in love with me
They call it Occam's razor
so, simply put there is no way I am a ghost. You are my life review and you cannot leave me alone in this wretched place, while I find myself chained in silence in your barred séance. This is no spirit theatre, only a room painted with place memory -only this house knows anything at all I know even less than you I know how to cook I know that I once died I know I can only feel like a woman when you are around, so (please) do not leave. I will seal the exits and sprinkle sand on your eyelids so the trek home seems daunting. Call it paranormal tell yourself it's just the wind this is my gift my true love's haunting. © 2012 p.kuhl |
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2 Reviews Added on January 18, 2012 Last Updated on January 18, 2012 Authorp.kuhlBloomington, INAboutMy name is Pierce, and I am a 23 year old English major at Indiana University. "How easily I connect to you. You're always everything at once, somehow. You're shy and open, sweet and cold, curious .. more..Writing
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