Oct 2017
Hands entwined perfectly
Fingers tracing the fine lines of my palms
Our stares not once abandoning one another
Lips briefly caressing every moment possible
Words were hardly spoken our presence of each other was enough for both of us
Then I blinked
and it was all but a haunting memory again
Fingers tracing the fine lines of my palms
Our stares not once abandoning one another
Lips briefly caressing every moment possible
Words were hardly spoken our presence of each other was enough for both of us
Then I blinked
and it was all but a haunting memory again
10/12/17
That day was the best day to happen to me
But it turned out to be a tormenting memory
I can not shake
I wish more than anything I can forget you and that memory
That day was the best day to happen to me
But it turned out to be a tormenting memory
I can not shake
I wish more than anything I can forget you and that memory
(22/F/California)
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