I use to know this person
Eyes like honey and the words just as sweet
From a distance you share the silhouette he kept
And when you whisper the voice seems to match
But no
There is an edge to your step
And when I’m scared you don’t have a shield
You see I use to know this person
But he must have gotten lost somehow
Or perhaps he has decided never to come back
When I look into you, I see him sometimes
The way you chuckle under your breath
The smile you let show when you sleep
But no
He would never let me sit alone in the dark
Or cry softly into my pillow
I mourn for him
Because I know he will not be back
Neither will the words he spoke while we lay in bed
The tenderness of his kiss
Or the way he would laugh at my silly jokes
But that is O.K.
Because I have the memories of him
And the silhouette of you
Jul 12, 2011
Jul 12, 2011 at 10:14 PM UTC
I use to know this person
Eyes like honey and the words just as sweet
From a distance you share the silhouette he kept
And when you whisper the voice seems to match
But no
There is an edge to your step
And when I’m scared you don’t have a shield
You see I use to know this person
But he must have gotten lost somehow
Or perhaps he has decided never to come back
When I look into you, I see him sometimes
The way you chuckle under your breath
The smile you let show when you sleep
But no
He would never let me sit alone in the dark
Or cry softly into my pillow
I mourn for him
Because I know he will not be back
Neither will the words he spoke while we lay in bed
The tenderness of his kiss
Or the way he would laugh at my silly jokes
But that is O.K.
Because I have the memories of him
And the silhouette of you
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