He came at night,
with his ghostly charm.
He explained to me
that he meant no harm.
He sat next to me,
said he wanted to talk.
So I held her hand,
his skin like chalk.
He said he was sorry
for what he’d done,
that all he wanted
was to have some fun.
And when I asked 
what I meant to him,
he refused to answer
since he knew it would hurt.
He told me to stop,
that he’ll never come back.
I told him I wouldn’t
and to cut me some slack.
I asked him who he was
and if it was really that bad.
He said, “I am the lover
you thought you had.”


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  1. A silhouette, a reflection of memories.NIce poem.

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    1. RENEE says:

      Thank you so much MEGHA… 😀
      Be in touch 🙂
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