Little Ghost Girl...1 Poem by Desiree Marceliussen

Haunting me, stalking me,
the little girl wants me to see.
Brown hair, brown eyes,
wilted smile, always cries...

Pale white skin, the pain in
her face, the blood tears,
the nightmare place.

Stalking me, wanting me to die,
hating me, see it in her eyes.

The torn white dress,
the scratches on her arms, why
is she doing this, I've done her
no harm...

The story is so sad,
the poor little girl,
with her warm brown eyes
and brown hair curled..

She got her revenge on
everyone else, but she was no
longer alive, her heart had no
pulse...

She was a ghost in solid form,
she could not love,
for she was no longer warm......