Love: What Have You Done Poem by Paris Thulare

Yesterday was to be the best of my life,
Today I'm sitting alone here with my tears full in my palms.
I don't know who you are anymore.
That girl I loved, took a plane with beasts.
Pride snached her in my arms,
Yet I'm alone, regretting all that I've done.

When You called me your lover,
My insticts danced to your beats,
Hoping you will never get tired of irigatting me.
When you called me babe,
My tears were like a fleet,
Playing bands to the president.
After one, there came the other.
You were the SHE I loved.

What has changed?
The Trust in me has partyed ways,
I'm hating the this person I've become.
You are always on flee,
When I need you the most
You wear me with excuses
Am I a ghost?