Ghost Girl

Ghost Girl

A Poem by whitemagic19
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This is mainly just a poem i came up with that also sort of tell's the story, i wanted to turn it into a song but i figured it might as well be a poem.

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violent nights, the pain strikes

bruises hurt, covered in dirt ,

cut's bleed, i am free.

 

she walks bare foot in the woods,

people misunderstood she fell to her knees noone to hear her weep

she hurts on the outside and dies inside

her broken heart can't be fixed

once again she had been tricked.

 

wearing a white dress covered in blood

from the red tears that pour down her cheeks

feeling so sad, feeling so weak.

everything she had, is now lost

everything she finds always has a cause.

 

she's invisible to the world

she's alone all the time

people always wondered why

who is she, where is she from

she never appears in day light because

she's a ghost girl who died in the night.

 

her murder was so sudden said a wise old hag

a good little girl who never braged

a little girl with a heart of gold

got murdered in the night by being stoned.

as she bled to death, her skin turned cold

and never returned from the woods except the man.

her killer got away, thats what the rumours say.

 

the little girl in the white dress

walking barefoot in the woods

cold and lonely, she stays awake

hoping one day her soul with be saved

something she keeps, she wonders

if she'll ever be able to rest in peace.

 

the life she once had, vanished in thin air

her family moved on, her death gave them a scare

her mother cried, her father felt pain

never gonna be able to hold his little girl again.

 

If only i could see the ghost girl for myself,

tell her i'll always be here for her when she needs help.

i wouldn't leave her side, or tell her to go away

because that poor ghost girl, is alone night and day.

 

If only people could stay and get to know her

not run away like some beat up coward.

her pale white face and body always showed

she knows she can never go home.

 

but this harmless soul that walks around,

never ever came around.

she figures the people will run, scared of her image,

caused by the damage. from her being stoned in the light....

 

she's a ghost girl who died in the night.

© 2014 whitemagic19


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whitemagic19
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Added on March 15, 2013
Last Updated on January 19, 2014
Tags: thriller, sad, serious, broken heart, hurt, death