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Fading

Regret

By Ghost G.Published 6 years ago 1 min read
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Dimming lights leaving

Breathless asthma queens

Crawling carefully through cinnamon forestry.

Blue,

Like the hands of fate

Twisting knots of

“I’m sorry” and

“Maybe we can work this out.”

Questions are answers

Defining the cross hatched lines,

Too much grey space.

Too many red lines across

Peachy pearlescent escape.

Can you see her now?

Drowning in the fruitless struggle

Of who you wanted her to be.

Finders keepers,

As the lights raise on sunny afternoon dreams

All I can do is watch her leave.

heartbreak
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About the Creator

Ghost G.

Poet with an obsessive love for studying mathematics and the processing power of the developing human mind.

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