there’s jet black smudges
where love used to be
on this piece of paper i wrote
about you
this isn’t about you
ash gray marks along the sides of my fingers
the tips still tender from your touch
muscle memory screams your name
this pen yearns for you
on this piece of paper i wrote
about you
this isn’t about you
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
there’s jet black smudges
where love used to be
on this piece of paper i wrote
about you
this isn’t about you
ash gray marks along the sides of my fingers
the tips still tender from your touch
muscle memory screams your name
this pen yearns for you
on this piece of paper i wrote
about you
this isn’t about you
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