Whisper - Poem by NoName Unidentified
I hear you whisper like a ghost.
Your body is gone,
but your soul is still here.
Sometimes I feel the lingering fear.
The beautiful light,
the beautiful dark,
either way, you leave a mark.
I still remember that dreadful night.
The night you were decieved by a knife.
The blood has stained,
a deep dark red,
on the pillow, where you once laid your head
Now you whisper everyday,
about how you always wanted to stay.
And when I hear your sorrowful cries,
I regret not ever saying goodbye.
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