Poem 13
A.N This is more my style of writing...
She talks with ghosts,
as the host.
She holds their hands,
because she can.
She stares at the moon,
yeah she's a bit insane.
And some may call her
lame.
But that doesn't mean,
she ain't the same.
A.N It's short but yeah. Thanks for reading. Love, Sinead.
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