It's times like these where I miss you most.
My lips crave the feeling of yours pressed tightly against mine.
Yet as I reach out
against the crisp white sheets
and feel nothing but empty space,
my walls crumble
and I am left with only the memories
of what we used to have.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
It's times like these where I miss you most.
My lips crave the feeling of yours pressed tightly against mine.
Yet as I reach out
against the crisp white sheets
and feel nothing but empty space,
my walls crumble
and I am left with only the memories
of what we used to have.
I'm tired
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