Crystal Boust · Sep 30, 2011
Fright

Are you a ghost,
have you died?
Because you haunt me in my sleep
I lay down,
I close my eyes,
and there you are just waiting for me
Sometimes we play,
sometimes we fight,
Sometimes I’m sitting there alone
And sometimes
I wake in fright
Because I know it’s all a hoax

 
To comment on this poem, please log in or create a free account
Log in or register to comment