Ghosts

Ghosts

Even when I stand in front of eyes

Vision goes through

Light doesn’t pass through me though

My skin is warm

Have a friendly smile

Didn’t see my name in any notices

Online in person I blend to the surrounding

Shrug maybe too much on others mind

Living as a spirit

Not lost know where I am

What spell has been casted?

Still even the lost spirits look through

Apparition goes through solids

With the edge of not being noticed

Content of being alive

Haunt the mirror

I breathe smile and pulse

I show up in pictures

So don’t the others at times

Ghosts