I hate the type of goodbyes
where nothing is said
just things are forgotten
like the smell of my perfume dabbed slightly on my collarbone
applied softly, wishing you would notice
or how you ran your fingers down my neck
giving me goosebumps every time I inhaled the sweet aroma of rain lingering outside
and now
the beautiful words that flowed dangerously fast out of our mouths
are no longer spoken
you gracefully faded from my life
like how foggy breath fades in the winter
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
I hate the type of goodbyes
where nothing is said
just things are forgotten
like the smell of my perfume dabbed slightly on my collarbone
applied softly, wishing you would notice
or how you ran your fingers down my neck
giving me goosebumps every time I inhaled the sweet aroma of rain lingering outside
and now
the beautiful words that flowed dangerously fast out of our mouths
are no longer spoken
you gracefully faded from my life
like how foggy breath fades in the winter
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