Alana H

The Ghost’s Angel

Copyright, Alana H

Deticated to my boyfriend and I

This angel sits in her corner
Crying, with a blade in her hand.
If only her Ghost were there to save her
Because he’s the only one who understands.

She cries his name over and over
To find he’s no where to be found.
Her cries get louder as she glides the blade through her arm
But her family doesn’t hear a sound.

Ruby red tears flow down her arm
As she fades into this lonely darkness.
Her beautiful brown eyes begin to close
As the ghost senses what his angel has done.

Next morning the angel’s ghost gets the phone call he never wanted to get,
His angel is gone…and she’s never coming back.

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