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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Ghost You Left to Kill me By: Aidan Gilbert I have grown accustomed to being alone with my thoughts, as I let my heart start a genocide to destroy the joy that came with you Your invisible shadow in the snow haunts what’s left of the abused picture I left of you The sound of my boots and tears running through the snow keeps away the ghost you left to kill me Unintentionally your love still gets me after five years The day your spirit softly whispers its leaving is the day death drags me away from you When the deer kissed your ear I never had fear of how you would leave the now; the now of you and me My sorrow is a twisted game you taught me to play by lying to me saying you would never leave The trees that watch me turn to death than be suffocated by my sorrow because you left Did you ever listen to my voice or ponder about the massacre that was to come These cold winter nights add to my heart’s fight to kill me Now left alone with these dead trees as my sad shadow follows me holding the hand of the ghost you left to kill me Lying here alone prone to my endless groan of our gone beautiful love Don’t imagine God staring at me, too broken stubborn for him to set me free I’m the population of one in my land of sorrow Death is closer than summer, depression is my forever session teaching me to never loose the memories of us, how to drown in lost lust For now I don’t want it crystal clear, but to hold the jumbled mess near, to sleep with fear and be troubled by my upcoming death Blinded by love, staring at a passing dove, the only thing I can see is the ghost you left to kill me
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