She hangs before my eyes,
She wears a long white dress,
Her hair is black and wild with stress,
Her eyes are round and black,
I can’t move and my eyes are stuck to hers,
They are empty and calling for help,
I am scared and have goose bumps,
I want to cry only nothing will come out,
I feel like I know her but I don’t,
It feels as if she has a hold of me but she doesn’t,
She’s talking to me but her lips aren’t moving,
It’s dark but I can see her clearly.
~Written by Simone~
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