Mar 2015
She left with a crying kiss, and the evidence couldn't be more unclear.
Save me save me, I can help myself
Save me save me, I can help myself
But what if Iām waiting,
What if Iām not sleeping without that tear stained sweater
She left with a crying kiss, and the smell of it, shades of her perfume,
Surround me with every tear that rolls across my pillow
And I hope you know, hope you know
She left with a crying kiss, at the least I wish for one more.
Save me save me, I can help myself
Save me save me, I can help myself
But what if Iām waiting,
What if Iām not sleeping without that tear stained sweater
She left with a crying kiss, and the smell of it, shades of her perfume,
Surround me with every tear that rolls across my pillow
And I hope you know, hope you know
She left with a crying kiss, at the least I wish for one more.
one of the few poems I wrote about a personal experience, which ironically the scenario that inspired it happened twice almost identically, both times with someone I truly love.
