And I will wait,
Wait until the last fragrance of him brushes past your tear streaked face
And silence surrounds you
And I don't promise to be this great big musical composition that breaks this silence,
But I'll be that sound that distract you from yourself, from your pain
And I will love you
Until I have lost every last drop of my scent around you.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
And I will wait,
Wait until the last fragrance of him brushes past your tear streaked face
And silence surrounds you
And I don't promise to be this great big musical composition that breaks this silence,
But I'll be that sound that distract you from yourself, from your pain
And I will love you
Until I have lost every last drop of my scent around you.
#love #waiting #comfort #fragrance
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