The Boy With Cuts On His Leg
by krysta
I still smell like you
your scent left on me
like the way I am leaving
to another state,
somewhere far away,
in 4 days time
and all I can recall
is the way you kissed me
without any fear at all
6 years of eachother
and we still don't know
how the hell we feel
and where the hell we stand
you are so sad
all of the time
why are you so sad?
i didn't plan it like this
i didn't plan anything
you say you're a wanderer anyway
we both know I can't be the one to make you stay