Thursday, October 29, 2015

Scary poem


Under Your Bed
I am the one hiding under your bed,
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red.
I am the one hiding under your stairs,
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair.
I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace.
I am the “who” when you call, “Who´s there?”
I am the wind blowing through your hair.
I am the shadow on the moon at night,
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright.
Now that I lay my head down to sleep,
I am begging the Lord my soul to keep.
Promise me you’ll wake me before I’m dead,
Don’t leave me with the monsters in my head.

2 comments:

  1. Hi Noelia, maybe you don´t remember me, I´m Pablo, an student from the adult school in Coslada. I finally left the classes because my life has changed considerably, and I still remember the name of your blog, so I keep remembering you and your classes. And I just want to say thank you, for your classes and the way you teach me.
    I wish there were more people like you, so you can feel proud of your work, but surely is hard with those teenagers. (Just kidding).

    Finally hope everything goes well.

    Thank you, Pablo.

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  2. Hola Noelia soy Mario no encontró tu correo me lo puedes pasar por aki?

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