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Bianca Nov 2013
Hi
It's been a while since I've been alone this long
I wonder where she's gone to
And if she's ever coming back
I'd like to be a regular old ghost
But being normal is something I lack
Normal ghosts spend their time being
Upset, angry and alone
While I'm here
Alone still
But completely taken aback by some girl
A girl who is very much alive
While I am completely and nothing but dead
Just dead and alone
Bianca Nov 2013
I want to go deep
Into the ocean and just
Lose myself in it
Bianca Nov 2013
Hello
I'm not too good at writing
But I found this book in the basement
I'm sure she wouldn't mind
It'd been covered in dust and spider webs
But enough of that
I don't think diaries were made
For telling how they were found
Today was a good and bad day
I mostly roamed around the house (like usual)
I saw her (good day)
And she was crying (bad day)
I don't think living girls are into ghost boys
So I guess I should have stayed away in the first place
But I didn't like her being sad
I don't know if you're expecting me to say that I gave her a hug and dried her tears
Because I didn't
Ghosts aren't supposed to be friendly
I think that if she knew I stayed here
She'd leave the next day
I hope that won't happen
So I'll try my best to stay away
But as I was saying
I didn't get to make her smile
And even though I'm dead
I'm still painfully awkward and clumsy
And by painfully awkward and clumsy
I mean that I
An invisible ghost boy
Bumped into the coffee table
Spilling her drink
Knocking down her books
And scaring her terribly
Stupid
I'm so stupid
She left the house after that
I don't know where she went
And she probably isn't coming back
Because it's been a few hours
And the house is still empty
But I hope that she gives me another chance
And by me I mean this whole place
Because I'm not too bad of a guy
Really
Bianca Nov 2013
Heaven is a state of happiness
Where your soul feels at home
Not the holy place of rest
Which only welcomes a good man's bones

My heaven is the smell of the morning air
It is the drop of temperature on the hills high up
And it is the taste on my lips from the coffee in my cup
Bianca Nov 2013
Eyes cold as Winter
Laugh cheerful as Spring and a
Heart warm as Summer
Bianca Nov 2013
You laid there
Tattered and worn
Out of people's view
And as they passed your nearly corpsed body
Your heart became weaker still and
Your eyes turned to grey
With no one to see
Your frailness and delicacy
Your limp figure cried
And with no one by your side through the tears and the glum
You could do nothing but dread
The bag of bones you'd soon become
Bianca Nov 2013
I let you

You found your way into my head
And I let you
You wandered into my thoughts
And I let you
You snuck into my hopes
And I let you
You roamed every part of the mess that is my brain
And I let you
You felt you were done with me
So on your way you went
And I wish I hadn't let you
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