Hello Steemians!
on this occasion I will compose a poem entlited "Over"
tasted like
sugar of her name
and my intestines
were ant bitten
like old nibbles
on a loved skin.
Packed suitcase
of cracked
photo frames.
forced a farewell
at the weeping door.
Footsteps faked knocks.
A weary wind
resonates with
her blowy voice.
untying strands
of her ghost’s hair
in my haunted mind.
Head bent in shame.
Heart hung too,
in the noose of pain.
Thanks for reading my poem :)
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