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Push me under,
Hold me down tight,
To young to know,
To put up a fight.
Breathing stops,
Eye's close,
He sweetly kisses,
The end of my nose.
Hands grow cold,
My lips turn blue,
No one suspected,
It really was you.
Dragging me out,
To the car,
Driving fast,
Going really far.
Pull me out,
Set me down,
Let out a sigh,
And a quick frown.
Dig a deep hole,
Pull me around,
Set me in gently,
Never to be found.
Speed away,
Wipe your hands on your shirt,
While I lay there,
Covered in dirt.
Blood stains cover,
My white dress,
You go on home,
To clean up the mess.
Wipe my blood,
Off this wall,
And the tears that,
Continue to fall.
The deed is done,
You got your way,
I lay here dead,
To this day.
A distant memory,
My ghost will send,
A broken heart,
For you to mend.
- by Coquette-Marionette |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/17/2009 |
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- Title: My Ghost.
- Artist: Coquette-Marionette
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Description:
Just someting I wrote on the way home from a long trip.
Hope you enjoy.
- Date: 08/17/2009
- Tags: ghost murder suspect blood
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Comments (2 Comments)
- lovesoua - 08/24/2009
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nice one............i love it
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- caracal_eyes - 08/18/2009
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wow..creepy but pretty good. Just one thing--often when you used "you're", it was supposed to be "your". A pretty minor thing, i guess, but to the people who notice it can get annoying.
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