Poetry-

Hi, ok, so I've got no confidence in posting my poetry at all but whatever. I may as well. Sighs.

Who is the ghost that sits alone in the darkest corners of my room?

He's always there, never gone, I used to be afraid, but now I've grown quite fond of him...

I wonder who he used to be, maybe an artist, maybe a writer,

Still, he looks like he's sad. Perhaps he's grown lonely of waiting,

waiting an eternity, hoping for a change.

I suppose that as a ghost, you can't do much anymore.

I just hope that one day I can finally escape from his miserable stares and sobs.

I might be left with something missing, like a part of me, but still, at least I will be happy.

Also, if you're gonna give me criticism pls be constructive about it... not just plain insults ;_<