Dear ghost,
In that rectangular wooden table, they all sat pondering. Not one of them had a smile on their face. Not one of them looked at me. I, who had that uncanny smile no one ever uncovered. As if they were lost in their own pool of spiraling thoughts. The sun was barely streaming through the glass and they seemed almost frozen. But in their silence, they screamed to me, "how evil you are!"
They were disturbingly staring into an image too alien to me. Yet their frowning face was ever genuine than my playful smile.
My lies and my love are so closely dressed. Do not be deceived for my lie is ever sweet and so innocent. Thus, never swim into the depths of me.
Yours