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Your ghost

Poetry By: Daga

short poem about missing a friend

Submitted:Mar 19, 2013    Reads: 10    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Your Ghost

Sometimes I think I see
the ghost of how you used to be.

But then I turn,
it disapears.

Just a thought inside my mind.

We used to sit and talk so long,
used to smile before goodnight.

But now that's gone.
Just a shadow
of what you used to be.

We hardly speak,
I hardly know
who you are.

I miss the ghost
who made me smile,
at goodnight.


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