You make me stressed.

Don’t go breaking my heart,

Cause you know how it feels,

Don’t go messing with my mind,

This light feels so unreal,

A candle lit night,

The moon’s mocking me tonight,

This night,

God won’t save me,

The wind’s talking to me,

Telling me that I need to breath,

Stop being so stress, it said,

Don’t let him get in your head,

I would wear my heart on my sleeve,

If the world wasn’t so harsh,

I can’t read you well,

So leave me be and tell you tales to someone else.

~a sleepy ghost~


Author: Viv

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

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