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Precious Haunted House

Poetry By: blackstar07

Tags: Poetry, Past

Cant leave the place where she grew up

Submitted:Mar 26, 2012    Reads: 20    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   

Lying in silence

There's no sound but the crying souls

Old pictures covered by bloods

Old memories stocked in my mind

Everyday is a nightmare

I kept the happiest memories I ever have

This place is a paradise

But the paradise I called before is just like a paper that being crumpled and throw in the trash

I see how it turned into ashes

I did nothing but to watch how it fade away carried by the blown of wind

I cried this my world my life and my everything the place where my dreams formed

I can't leave this but it's my time I'm tired I need to rest

Goodbye my haunted house I'm happy to die together with you



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