Faces and places that I can't recall.
The person lying next to me is just another one.
I'll never remember the things we laughed about earlier that night.
Or the way he smelled or the way he might have smiled all bright.
The way he touched the small of my back as we swung around the floor.
I won't remember the heavy breaths as he buried my tiny form.
The morning comes with great regret as I rise from his bed.
I bury the thoughts deep inside the pit within my head.
He's still asleep so I take the chance to leave his resting body and go home to a house that's
cold
and
empty.
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 9:46 AM UTC
Faces and places that I can't recall.
The person lying next to me is just another one.
I'll never remember the things we laughed about earlier that night.
Or the way he smelled or the way he might have smiled all bright.
The way he touched the small of my back as we swung around the floor.
I won't remember the heavy breaths as he buried my tiny form.
The morning comes with great regret as I rise from his bed.
I bury the thoughts deep inside the pit within my head.
He's still asleep so I take the chance to leave his resting body and go home to a house that's
cold
and
empty.
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