Nights turn into nightmares
Days prove no Exception
I don't love you anymore
But your memory
Your touch,
it lingers on my skin
The whisper of your voice
I love you
It follows me,
It haunts me.
A tantalizing nostalgia
How come
No one ever told me
The living can haunt the living
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
Nights turn into nightmares
Days prove no Exception
I don't love you anymore
But your memory
Your touch,
it lingers on my skin
The whisper of your voice
I love you
It follows me,
It haunts me.
A tantalizing nostalgia
How come
No one ever told me
The living can haunt the living
