You can’t feel cold
When the warm softness of a blanket covers you,
You can’t see light
When it’s covered by a pitch black fabric,
You can’t touch your phone screen
When your hands are inside those red velvet gloves,
You can’t hear voices
When your ears are distracted by your music,
I can’t feel,
I can’t see,
I can’t touch,
I can’t hear,
I can’t feel you,
When she’s covered by the warm softness of your skin,
I can’t see you,
When you’re in a pitch black room accompanied,
I can’t touch you,
When your hands share the same red velvet gloves with her,
I can’t hear you,
Because your ears are distracted by her voice,
We both have something,
You have her,
And I have the nothingness of you.
I miss you.
SNS
June 30, 2016
9:01am
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
You can’t feel cold
When the warm softness of a blanket covers you,
You can’t see light
When it’s covered by a pitch black fabric,
You can’t touch your phone screen
When your hands are inside those red velvet gloves,
You can’t hear voices
When your ears are distracted by your music,
I can’t feel,
I can’t see,
I can’t touch,
I can’t hear,
I can’t feel you,
When she’s covered by the warm softness of your skin,
I can’t see you,
When you’re in a pitch black room accompanied,
I can’t touch you,
When your hands share the same red velvet gloves with her,
I can’t hear you,
Because your ears are distracted by her voice,
We both have something,
You have her,
And I have the nothingness of you.
I miss you.
SNS
June 30, 2016
9:01am
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