They say all ounce,
all speck,
of cell would be renewed
in seven years.
That all of me
shall fade away,
away,
seven years
from here.
How comforting to
know one day
that there shall be no
part of me,
part of me that you have once
laid your hands
on and kissed
- my heart,
left for my own
taking;
my body,
*void
of clues of you.*
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC
They say all ounce,
all speck,
of cell would be renewed
in seven years.
That all of me
shall fade away,
away,
seven years
from here.
How comforting to
know one day
that there shall be no
part of me,
part of me that you have once
laid your hands
on and kissed
- my heart,
left for my own
taking;
my body,
*void
of clues of you.*
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