Ghosted

Ghosted

A Poem by I Am Svetlana

Slowly going under,
the type of high my mind craves
you could no longer see me spill my words.
My peace interrupted,
eyes swelling with water.
I became a ghost to you.

Every minute of every day,
I will never be the same.
Just lying there alone.
Overthinking, filled with words.
Head in the clouds
in places you'll never see.

Always end up
trying to write
about a love
that never existed. 

© 2022 I Am Svetlana


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Added on October 9, 2022
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I Am Svetlana
I Am Svetlana

Madison, WI



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