I don't plan on becoming famous or 'being someone, someday' I just like to rhyme. And for the time being..it gets me by. Thanks for reading, enjoy!)
Haunting
I breath in slow and breath out fast
As I look at the house, which rekindles the past
Frightened of the possibilities inside
I may never know, but I'm sure to die
Terrified of the creaking doors
The haunted windows and lopsided floors
Mother says I have to be brave
But what do you expect when I see a grave
Seriously I'm going to scream
To freak out at this awful scene
Don't mention the eyes I see in the front
Remembering the day I was dared that stunt
'Go ahead, touch the door.'
No ones home, just trust me, I'm sure
Say that again and ill push you aside
Go on! Go up there, YOU try