True love is like a ghost,—
—One everyone has spoken of
—And one that few have seen.
Monsters are real though,
And so are ghosts.—
They live inside of us
And some of the time—
They seem to win;—
The Helicons of too many writers
—Is not a hill crowned with sunshine
And visited—by the Muse of Graces,
But an old, moldering house,—
Full of gloom and haunted within;
—The statues—of Lenin and Stalin
All are sunken in and down,—
But the fight against each one
Seems harder to struggle against;
But when it’s all so easily worded;
I love crime, I love a good mystery,—
And I definitely needed a ghost.—
author's note: i needed a better title and i just made it kinda random. any ideas?
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