Written by a Ghost.

  • Posted by: Haley Mead
  • Created: November 3, 2020
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"Boo" I say my scary line And if you ask me, I am fine I don't need your tender care I just need you, to be there "Boo" I tell my friend this phrase She runs, screams and cries for days Do not treat me like I am glass I am stronger, near to brass "Boo" I let my sister know I am young and sure to grow A child in body, heart and soul Yes, I am just a little foal "Boo" I declare to the salty seas Stolen by the Summer breeze I will be heard once more When Autumn reaches shore "Boo" I claim as I write this rhyme As I speak it through one last time Though I can't hear it, not anymore Once and for all, I close Spring's door -Ghost November 27, 2018

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