It's not that I miss you
I miss your scent
I miss the way it wraps me up, tucks me in
I miss your skin
The way it collaborates with mine
To make what we know as a beautiful masterpiece
The map of you and I
I miss the trails that lead us to sleep
The roads that we don't remember taking
Until we doze off to our final destination
Ultimately being morning
I miss the smell of nostalgia
The collaboration of skin
But I don't miss you
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
It's not that I miss you
I miss your scent
I miss the way it wraps me up, tucks me in
I miss your skin
The way it collaborates with mine
To make what we know as a beautiful masterpiece
The map of you and I
I miss the trails that lead us to sleep
The roads that we don't remember taking
Until we doze off to our final destination
Ultimately being morning
I miss the smell of nostalgia
The collaboration of skin
But I don't miss you
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