My mouth still lingers with the flavor of cigarettes
and all I can taste is you.
My hair still is brisk and musky like the woods
and all I can smell is you.
My eyes still burn from the cold on that late winter day
and all I can see is you.
My skin still itches from the wool scarf you gave to me
and all I can feel is you.
My ears still ring from the song you wrote
and all I can hear is you.
My mind still sits in awe of the way you are
and all I can think about is you.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
My mouth still lingers with the flavor of cigarettes
and all I can taste is you.
My hair still is brisk and musky like the woods
and all I can smell is you.
My eyes still burn from the cold on that late winter day
and all I can see is you.
My skin still itches from the wool scarf you gave to me
and all I can feel is you.
My ears still ring from the song you wrote
and all I can hear is you.
My mind still sits in awe of the way you are
and all I can think about is you.
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