I can see her smile
But no longer feel it
I can feel her touch
But no longer sense it
I can hear her whispers
But no longer heed her voice
I can feel her cold skin
But no longer feel her warm skin
I can feel her heart
But no longer sense her soul
I can hear her heartbeats
But no longer read her pulses
I can taste the bitterness
But no longer sip the sweetness
I can believe that she’s gone
But no longer conceive that she’s dead
I can no longer see the light
Because it got dimmed the day she died
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
I can see her smile
But no longer feel it
I can feel her touch
But no longer sense it
I can hear her whispers
But no longer heed her voice
I can feel her cold skin
But no longer feel her warm skin
I can feel her heart
But no longer sense her soul
I can hear her heartbeats
But no longer read her pulses
I can taste the bitterness
But no longer sip the sweetness
I can believe that she’s gone
But no longer conceive that she’s dead
I can no longer see the light
Because it got dimmed the day she died
