Jul 2014
I still smell your perfume,
even when you're not around.
I still reach for your hand,
even when you're not around.
I still crave the taste of your lips,
even though you're not mine.
I still find comfort in your arms,
even though you're not mine.
even when you're not around.
I still reach for your hand,
even when you're not around.
I still crave the taste of your lips,
even though you're not mine.
I still find comfort in your arms,
even though you're not mine.
the last poem I'll ever write for her.
