By George’s Girl 2025
it’s over Haiku
You dance with a dream
he is never coming back
narcissistic ghost
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Letting go of a narcissist is freedom.
Narcissists are the worst. Loved your poem!
very haunting