Your scent, your touch, your warmth
Olfactory landmarks of you become intangible and out of sight
Your voice, your breath, so on and so forth
No more words to cause my emotions to ignite
There is no getting used to of your absence
And I won't stay oblivious to my wrathful thoughts
Because the memories say more than the angry words I speak and think in silence
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC
Your scent, your touch, your warmth
Olfactory landmarks of you become intangible and out of sight
Your voice, your breath, so on and so forth
No more words to cause my emotions to ignite
There is no getting used to of your absence
And I won't stay oblivious to my wrathful thoughts
Because the memories say more than the angry words I speak and think in silence
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