The Little Ghost GirlA Poem by Sarah LynnThe little ghost girl, She is my only friend. I know somehow this isn't right, the reason being that she is dead. She keeps me company though. I never like it when she has to take her leave and go. We stay up all night just talking to each other. Back and forth. She disappears in a quick poof when there's a knock at the door. I don't know why I'm the only one that can see her but I kind of like it this way. No one else can come on by and steal her, shes forever my friend to be with and play. She always tells me to look in the mirror though to see what I see. Finally, I humor her and take a look. Only to find that the dead girl is me.
© 2013 Sarah LynnAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSarah LynnRochester, NYAbout20 Years Old ! I love to just go out and have fun with my friends and boyfrined . I used to write a lot but sort of lost my way , hopefully this will get me started again! Very happy person whose .. more..Writing
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