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The Haunting#33

Poetry By: littlerose33
Horror


Basically, I love to write poems. Thought this would be cool. It's about a girl, whose dead. I'm sorry, that sounded weird, I'm not an emo.


Submitted:Apr 27, 2012    Reads: 13    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   


Haunting

They said about a girl, she walks through the quaint town.

She lingers on their people, follows them around.

She has pale skin, red lips, too.

You haven't seen her by any chance, have you?

She died years ago, drowned in the river.

When she walks by you, you're guaranteed to shiver

I thought I saw the girl, walking through the quaint town.

She didn't look at me, she kept looking down.

Seeing her is scary, somehow daunting

I've heard what they say

They call it the Haunting





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