Stranger
a jaded-love & acrostic poem
Sneaky, how
The time has changed us.
Remember when we used to be each others’
"Absolutely"-- kindred spirits & best friends?
Now, I hardly even know you. The “you” I knew is now a
Ghost, I fear—a faded memory, a vintage trend. On
Eggshells, now, we tip-toe.
Round and round we go--upon this ferris wheel: without a cusp of linkage, without end.
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-Gina C. 🧚♀️✨
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Author’s Note: This poem is part of my "Ghosts of Relationships Past" series, where I reminisce about old love experiences of mine, gone bad. :) ❤️ Follow for more drama!
This is Poem #4 of my personal "Poem-a-Day" challenge. ☺️ Can I keep it up? We shall see. 🫣 If I can write one more today, I'll be on track again!
About the Creator
Gina C.
Novelist | Architect of Worlds
🖋️Literary • Speculative • Romantic Fiction
Sowing stories rooted in culture, myth, love & unapologetic womanhood.
Busy writing my fantasy books! 🐚🧚♀️🐉✨
🌱Debuting soon as Gina C. Vittoria :)
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