I clasped my hands together
but not to pray.
I did it for the perfume she left on me
when she accidently doused me with her perfume.
That careless act took her from me-
she now distantly waves in the back of my mind,
as dormant as an alleyway long forgotten
deep within the streets.
Tears don't do a thing but make the pity
grow stronger
the ancient ruins of her past flooding a
gate as a memory reappears
If there was a God he would have saved her
and for all the good in the world.
I wouldn't believe that deity
for a ****** second.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 9:12 AM UTC
I clasped my hands together
but not to pray.
I did it for the perfume she left on me
when she accidently doused me with her perfume.
That careless act took her from me-
she now distantly waves in the back of my mind,
as dormant as an alleyway long forgotten
deep within the streets.
Tears don't do a thing but make the pity
grow stronger
the ancient ruins of her past flooding a
gate as a memory reappears
If there was a God he would have saved her
and for all the good in the world.
I wouldn't believe that deity
for a ****** second.
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