We ghost someone
Like we are on a diet
We decided to skip the meal instead
Thinking we’re better off
Without the extra calories
We feel good
Unknowingly, the damage slowly starts within
The belly’s silent and painful cry
Of boiling acid tears
Reaching our throats
Yes, it’s too late for that meal now
“Good riddance,” whispered by the haunted.
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
We ghost someone
Like we are on a diet
We decided to skip the meal instead
Thinking we’re better off
Without the extra calories
We feel good
Unknowingly, the damage slowly starts within
The belly’s silent and painful cry
Of boiling acid tears
Reaching our throats
Yes, it’s too late for that meal now
“Good riddance,” whispered by the haunted.
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