GhostMy grandpa died, But he’s not gone. My grandpa died, But I’ll move on. ‘cause every year I’ll see him, though I can’t tell you where. Every year I’ll see him, Where, I just don’t care. The first time that I saw him, He was a ghostly white. Staring at the ceiling, Watching me that night. Then I saw him later, walking in his yard. I watched him as he walked and looked, I think he’s standing guard. The last time that I saw him, He was in his living room, Staring at the wall, I watched him from the kiGhost
| Hi! *waves* I'm Morgann.... I'm new to this site (joined to day!) and yeah.... I enjoy drawing, and writing, and singing.... and being a Pirate (ar)(I'm going to get a pirate puppet!). I'm random... obviously, and I enjoy being a two and a half year old. XD |
