Nothing Left
You're like a parasite,
With a host,
Taking my life,
Till I'm a ghost,
Empty inside,
You fill me with lies,
And secrets that weren't meant to be told,
What's left of me I ask,
I cry,
Other than the lies?
Copyright © Emmalee Godwin | Year Posted 2012
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