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Ghosting
He ghosted me,
then I ghosted too.
Maybe ghosting
spreads like the flu.
Leaves the ghosted
feeling sick and blue
when a loved one
suddenly starts ignoring you.
You haven't a clue
what to do.
So, you stay in bed,
with the covers over your head
wishing you were dead
so you can get some relief
from the ghosting disease.
Eventually, you get up
sal...
Wednesday 13th February 2019 5:06 pm
About Us
Passion consumed
eventually fades.
Passion capped
pursues us
beyond the grave.
This revelation
helps me understand,
our encounter was
never about us.
It was about our muses
intertwined in the
world of words.
We were denied
the lasting passion
we searched for
so we could write
our soul songs
for seekers
to see
the ectasy
and despair
that accompan...
Sunday 20th January 2019 4:35 pm
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