The Ghost Of You
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You’re still here.
I cant rest.
Rip this heart,
from my chest.
Every step that I take,
you take one as well.
Every breath that I take,
you’ve left me in hell.
I’ve tried to love,
always turn it to hate.
Unfair that they pay,
for my selfish mistakes.
You left me to live,
with a life that I hate.
I whisper I love you.
Too little, too late.
And I live with your ghost,
in a sick, lonely state.
RIP My Love
©MICHELLE LEE










