It's been some time now
And I still haven't figured out how to walk past you
Without feeling that every muscle in my body is dying
Including the one beating in my chest
So fast
That my skin starts hurting.
And I'm sitting here now
Trying to cover my eyes with the smoke of the millionth cigarette I've smoked
Since I last saw your eyes.
And my skin still hurts.
And somehow
The calm rain washing the ground where I've spilled my drunken soul
Still sounds like your voice.
Like music does.
And my soul smells like you.
And my skin still hurts.
Like your absence does.
It's been some time now
And I still haven't figured out
How to close my eyes
Without seeing you in my dreams.
And my skin still hurts.
Like your smile does.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 6:37 PM UTC
It's been some time now
And I still haven't figured out how to walk past you
Without feeling that every muscle in my body is dying
Including the one beating in my chest
So fast
That my skin starts hurting.
And I'm sitting here now
Trying to cover my eyes with the smoke of the millionth cigarette I've smoked
Since I last saw your eyes.
And my skin still hurts.
And somehow
The calm rain washing the ground where I've spilled my drunken soul
Still sounds like your voice.
Like music does.
And my soul smells like you.
And my skin still hurts.
Like your absence does.
It's been some time now
And I still haven't figured out
How to close my eyes
Without seeing you in my dreams.
And my skin still hurts.
Like your smile does.
