*ghost*
The man who my lover used to be
Crawls in my bed, every night before I sleep
I bid him farewell, but he doesn't like to leave.
He blankets me with memories
And for that moment I am his
But when the sun wakes again from the horizon
Once more, my heart tendons tighten
For I must let go of the one I truly love
Since he doesn't know how to thrive in the light
After all, this man who haunts me every night
I'm in love with not him
But the ghost of his
*Sina*
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Love and other Drugs ✔️
PoetryYou must know real war To walk into my life with No bulletproof vest on⚔️ This is my book of poetry about love in all forms: growth, healing and other drugs. I hope you enjoy it, as much as I enjoyed bringing it to life! 🦄 WARNING: This is m...
