I sit alone in the dark
And reminisce the essence of your touch
Feel your whisper across my skin
Let my memory intoxicate me with your smell
I wonder if you're holding another woman tonight
If she notices the softness of your eyes
And gentleness of your touch
The kindness of your kiss
I hold onto the fews pieces of you I still own
"I'll alway's be your first"
I mumble to the emptiness of the room
And the feeling of missing you takes over
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
I sit alone in the dark
And reminisce the essence of your touch
Feel your whisper across my skin
Let my memory intoxicate me with your smell
I wonder if you're holding another woman tonight
If she notices the softness of your eyes
And gentleness of your touch
The kindness of your kiss
I hold onto the fews pieces of you I still own
"I'll alway's be your first"
I mumble to the emptiness of the room
And the feeling of missing you takes over
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