In the ***** streets
I saw your face,
In the rough sea
I felt your body,
In the bus stations
I smelled your perfume,
In my cereal
I tasted your tears,
In the loud radios
I heard your absence.
On my pillow
I shouted my goodbyes.
I don't see you anymore.
My cereal bowl is full of your lies.
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
In the ***** streets
I saw your face,
In the rough sea
I felt your body,
In the bus stations
I smelled your perfume,
In my cereal
I tasted your tears,
In the loud radios
I heard your absence.
On my pillow
I shouted my goodbyes.
I don't see you anymore.
My cereal bowl is full of your lies.
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