I can still feel the bass from your music
vibrate deep within my hollow ribcage
where my heart used to beat.
Sometimes I pretend that your lips
are pressed hard against my collar bones
wishing me well again.
Other times, I dream that your caramel
colored eyes are staring back into mine
with such lifelike severity, that even you
can't remember why you broke up with me.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
I can still feel the bass from your music
vibrate deep within my hollow ribcage
where my heart used to beat.
Sometimes I pretend that your lips
are pressed hard against my collar bones
wishing me well again.
Other times, I dream that your caramel
colored eyes are staring back into mine
with such lifelike severity, that even you
can't remember why you broke up with me.
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