Noise of the house is creeping,
It keeps me wondering
What’s going on in there
It doesn’t concern me but yet why do I care
Broken paved path
Leading up to the front porch
Broken windows lighted by the fading torch
Shadows looming among homely lawn
The door open ajar
Whoosh came the wind and open the door
The place was dark, and scary as ever.
Creeky floor, haunting theme
Rustling up my feeling
Came a squealing
The ghosts of the house
Ths is too much.
A tap on my shoulder
I screamed out to the skies
The lights were turned on
And together came a SURPIRSE!!
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 8:43 AM UTC
Noise of the house is creeping,
It keeps me wondering
What’s going on in there
It doesn’t concern me but yet why do I care
Broken paved path
Leading up to the front porch
Broken windows lighted by the fading torch
Shadows looming among homely lawn
The door open ajar
Whoosh came the wind and open the door
The place was dark, and scary as ever.
Creeky floor, haunting theme
Rustling up my feeling
Came a squealing
The ghosts of the house
Ths is too much.
A tap on my shoulder
I screamed out to the skies
The lights were turned on
And together came a SURPIRSE!!
my imaginatoin, how far has it gone. it will grow more
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