you asked
why
I never tell
you that
I miss you
anymore
the truth is I do
but there are
no words that
can do your
absence justice
only my chest
my skin, my
bones, my eyes
my lips know
how I ache for
you
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
you asked
why
I never tell
you that
I miss you
anymore
the truth is I do
but there are
no words that
can do your
absence justice
only my chest
my skin, my
bones, my eyes
my lips know
how I ache for
you
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