in seven years my skin
will finally have lost the sensation of your touch
it will forget how you felt
and how it misses you so much
in seven years my name will have changed
and you'll have given someone else yours
and i won't remember what it felt like
or why your name is scribbled in the back of my drawer
in seven years i'll look back
and it won't be to remember
you.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
in seven years my skin
will finally have lost the sensation of your touch
it will forget how you felt
and how it misses you so much
in seven years my name will have changed
and you'll have given someone else yours
and i won't remember what it felt like
or why your name is scribbled in the back of my drawer
in seven years i'll look back
and it won't be to remember
you.
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