ghosted
phantom dark
water, you left me with one drop
microscopic,is how i feel
i was strong as steel until you bent and broke me
asleep until you woke me
woke me from the dream i had
a dream i had of us
communication gone
like when a king looses its pawn
birds stopped singing
bells ringing in my head
i was an open book, you read me
because i let you
your there white as the sun
but ever so transparent
notification leaving me ever so alone, so dry...
thrown a hint i was not
letters sent zero
ghosted by you i was......
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