As I spray on the last drop of cologne,
I wish the ounces of love in my heart--
The ounces still left and kept there for you,
Would disappear
As fast as my cologne ran out.
My cologne was saved up for special events.
And so I question
Why I'm still keeping you,
When I am your empty bottle anyway.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 3:49 AM UTC
As I spray on the last drop of cologne,
I wish the ounces of love in my heart--
The ounces still left and kept there for you,
Would disappear
As fast as my cologne ran out.
My cologne was saved up for special events.
And so I question
Why I'm still keeping you,
When I am your empty bottle anyway.
