Haunt
The trees sway in the wind Through the whistling sound of the leaves I hear your voice Whispering out to me The chilling cold from the breeze stiffens my spine I run in to where it’s warm But you still haunt me I look into the mirror and see your face staring back at me I touch my face but I feel your hand upon my skinI'm not sure what this is, or where it came from... Just popped into my mind. Possibly a bit short.. Maybe needs something or more to it.. But that's all that I could come up with. *Shrugs* Dah well. lol Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 01:39 AM PST, Teresa 18 • 0 • 10
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"The trees sway in the wind..."