| Ghosting |
Fiddling my fingers, crossed later,
I was deliberately waiting for things to get better.
I couldn't stand by the moment you've put me in,
I sit in dark, isolate in cold, feel uneasy like I did a sin,
Now that I've realised, I realised I wasn't inexact,
It was not me but you who put my love on bet,
I still long, long for the arms of warmth and welcoming,
How addictive you've made me that I couldn't accept you're ghosting.
Why'd you do that ?
Wasn't the assurance enough?
Was my love lacking, you couldn't see?
I question everytime I get a glimpse, glimpse of you in me.
Yes you're still within me, just not with me anymore,
I am trying to move on with the lovely feelings turning all sore.
I wasn't hard, your absence at wrong time made me ruthless,
Find me in rooms of feeling and I'll be called emotionless.
You ghosted me and my life, ain't anymore a bright light sizzling
I'm learning to lose my pain now and surely you'll see me too ghosting.
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