I am the oldgraveyard
dark and mysterious
silent and hallow
cold and bitter
walk through me
and
see the moon shine down and
kiss your cheeks
feel the wind wisp through your hair
hear the rustling of lost souls
smell the decaying leaves
touch the damp qravestones beneth your fingertips
a layer of thin fog
swirls around your ankles
this is my veil
but i cant quite seem to disappear
this is my fisrt real poem i just put it up here to ask if anyone thinks it is good i dont know i think
it is bad but i cant tell so please someone tell me thanks *kisses*
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