This is in response to Chelsea’s weekly Terrible Poetry contest. The topic is plot twists.
I’ve fallen in love with a ghost,
She’s the one I care for the most.
No matter where I am,
She’s always there.
Supports me with this cross I bare.
Touches me in places where,
Other people aren’t aware…
Your mind must be full of dirt
She also touches me under my shirt.
Like a gentle breeze, she tickles me.
Caresses me so tenderly.
If only she were still alive,
Then our love could really thrive.
Although there’s something about our connection
Which leads me to spring a massive…
Her haunting leaves me with no objection
She whispers in my ear at night,
About how she died here years ago.
I wish I could have met her sooner,
Perhaps I could have been her beau.
And then one night I met a neighbor,
We spoke about my couple acres,
And the woman of my dreams,
The experiences creating steam,
And how she died too soon it seems…
It was then that he informed me,
Of the man that lived before me,
And died there on the property,
From a clot to his coronary artery.
Now my home is up for sale,
And when he touches me I wail.
Goodbye dear ghost lady of my dreams.