Touching weathered red letters.
The perfume is still there
and it brings back the scent of the room
and Texas.
I stole the letters back.
I wish you still had them.
I wish you were still here.
I was prepared for you.
The words come out like a bad habit.
You nod and listen,
but you don't hear me.
The twisted, curvy, dark roads
leading to your house
that scare me.
I get chills every time.
Your voice for hours a day.
You are bizarre and twisted.
I had to hear everything from someone else.
Reason said it was there.
I denied.
You are still so beautiful,
those naked blue eyes.
Breathe with me.
I can't love any harder than I am.
There is nothing left.
Leave me already.
I am crying all the time now.
I am choking.
It's pulling up from my gut,
but nothing comes out,
and I scream in silence
on those dark curvy roads.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
Touching weathered red letters.
The perfume is still there
and it brings back the scent of the room
and Texas.
I stole the letters back.
I wish you still had them.
I wish you were still here.
I was prepared for you.
The words come out like a bad habit.
You nod and listen,
but you don't hear me.
The twisted, curvy, dark roads
leading to your house
that scare me.
I get chills every time.
Your voice for hours a day.
You are bizarre and twisted.
I had to hear everything from someone else.
Reason said it was there.
I denied.
You are still so beautiful,
those naked blue eyes.
Breathe with me.
I can't love any harder than I am.
There is nothing left.
Leave me already.
I am crying all the time now.
I am choking.
It's pulling up from my gut,
but nothing comes out,
and I scream in silence
on those dark curvy roads.
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