To feeling this way,
But I can't help it
When it's with you.
You
Were supposed to be different,
To be a new experience,
But you're shaping up
Like the rest.
Deserted
In a time
Of need,
Distracted
By the smell
Of green,
I can't help
But feel alone.
Going Ghost
On the ones
We love the most.
No need to boast,
I know you need
Your daily toast.
Just for note,
I wouldn't have
Been a Ghost..
Millie J. Skosher
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