yoam rafael sanfielreyes

(july 11,1997 / east point, georgia)

love is haunted


when i go to the haunted house
my love is there
but instead
the door was locked
like the ghost is here
but it's not there
the house has her
but i don't know where she is

i looked as many times as i can
then i saw an ghost girl and
she chased me just like in a horror movie
and there she was my love
but she was trapped.

thy found us and we were trying to hide thy
and we escape from the house and i will say this
that love has always been haunted even in a horrorify
house.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 09, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2012
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love is very haunted even in an house

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