Haunted, by AnxAngel Subscribe to rss feed for AnxAngel

I hear things, see things, feel things. 
Your still here, altough i'm alone. 
This house, this heart is haunted.
The things i'd known, all gone.
Things i believed, believed in, broken.
I carry the scars, proof the past was real. 
I walk the halls again. 
This house, this life, is dammned.
Posted: 2008-10-16 15:04:37 UTC

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2010-02-25 01:08:27~**AGE_TEA**~
i just luv the way u write ur poems. deep meanings. nice job!