I must have become a ghost
One that died because of love
I walked by you
But you left me past behind you
Your eyes didn't land on mine
Even your shadow avoided me
Am I part of the landscape?
Some part of background?
I must be a ghost
The one you killed
With this love.
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Ghost
I must have become a ghost
One that died because of love
I walked by you
But you left me past behind you
Your eyes didn't land on mine
Even your shadow avoided me
Am I part of the landscape?
Some part of background?
I must be a ghost
The one you killed
With this love.