A phantom with determination
He takes what he wants
He desires me and what I enjoy
Things that brings happiness he haunts
Late at night when I’m all alone
Is when he loves to strike
Whispering bitter sweet memories
Giving me sinking feelings I have to fight
Appearing out of no where
There is no reason
Playing with me like a toy
He’s a hunter and I’m game that’s always in season
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Thesunseeker (
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Comments1
Good emotive write, maybe one day soon it will be the close season and all will be well.
Andy
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