Hey everyone! this is just a poem i thought up while walking through the church graveyard. and the breeze was blowing through the trees and it sounded like whispering so that was my insperation!
rosie
I am strange
I know
And
I don't care
You stare
You whisper behind me
And think
I can't hear you
But I do
I am strange
I know
And
I don't care
I walk in the graveyard at night
And can almost
Hear
The whispers of
Them
The ones
Forgotten
Their silent song
Makes the breeze blow through
My hair
They sing a song
No one can hear
But me
I am strange
And
I don't care
For I can hear them singing
And they need me
To write their
Song