little ghosts
like little ghosts
sliding off their lips
cold and harsh
whispering cruel spells
falling like and avalanch
soon to come crashing down
crushing me
like sands in the hour glass
running out of time and breath
in slow motion now
everyword is streached out
every thought expanded
until nothing remains
only asphalt
so cold and unforgiving
yet stable and hard
now everything has stopped
ceased to exist
except for me
and my lone eyes
a single window open
i am lost and alone.... forgotten
abandoned by words
the sands.
and the words
those little ghosts
that once were people
no longer exist
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Angel Marie's Poems
The name is Angel. I love to write poems most of them are kinda depressing but thats how i feel when i write those. Some of them are completely random those are kind funny though. SO enjoy!
Angel Marie Swiftwing
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