Ghost girl

Sat, 10/03/2015 - 23:06 -- atask

A ghost of a girl still remains,

in a family photo with a broken frame.

Tattered skin, fake smiles,

a bleeding soul that could run for miles.

Long sleeves, baggy clothes,

an insignificant glitch in a world of clones.

Small tears, eyes over-glazed,

it won't be long before she fades.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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