he stares through those darling black eyes
without motion
letting the hot mug sting his palms
unknowing that i hurt for him too
he won't tell me but i know
he is seeing the breathtaking apparition
in the articles of clothing she purposefully left behind
Tormenting
Empty chairs
Empty little shoes
Empty evening gown crumpled red
Limp and invaluable
he stares and he stares and he stares
thinking of who once sat there
even if it all means nothing will come of it
i'll work hard
call his name
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
he stares through those darling black eyes
without motion
letting the hot mug sting his palms
unknowing that i hurt for him too
he won't tell me but i know
he is seeing the breathtaking apparition
in the articles of clothing she purposefully left behind
Tormenting
Empty chairs
Empty little shoes
Empty evening gown crumpled red
Limp and invaluable
he stares and he stares and he stares
thinking of who once sat there
even if it all means nothing will come of it
i'll work hard
call his name
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