A phantom and a promise
A kiss, a smile, a lie
Back when our love
Was alive enough to die
You ghosted me for days
You haunted me for years
You don't have any right
To ask about my tears
Now suddenly you emerge
From the shadows of deceit
Asking about my loved ones
And sounding so sweet
You ghosted me for days
You haunted me for years
You don't have any right
To ask about my tears
Seeking greener pastures
When it's time for you to roll
You leave behind a wasteland
For the famine in your soul
You ghosted me for days
You haunted me for years
You don't have any right
To ask about my tears
by Richard W. Bray
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