I sing, I play, I write,
Songs. Music. Things.
Mirror on the wall, see me and my cherry cheeks, eyes deep brown. Plump lips a glossy red hue, platinum white hair so long to my waist.
By Debbie Drew5 years ago in Poets
Everyday he sees me and I see him by his shack. He’s always standing, staring, as if waiting just for me. I’m intreagued to say the least; his face; heaven to glimpse.
Can we have our presents now mummy, please please please? Just one little darlings, just one before bed. Can we have a cookie mummy, Santa won’t eat them all?
I sit by my window with a hot cup of cocoa clouding my view of outside.
Home alone with certain thoughts of a certain point in a certain time. Home right now, I will be in touch, soon I’ll be in touch with the other side.
In came I from dark snowy field’s, With blood stained hand’s and frozen cheeks, The turkey that I’d grown to love, Now dead in the oven on gas mark six.
By Debbie Drew5 years ago in Horror
