I remember you were here.
The reminisce of your glance and the scent on my skin, I half close my eyes so i can still see your silhouette.
What was this, a dream, I think.
I awoke.
I feel what was left as it's etched into my eyes, i only need to close them and i feel your warm lips and the tips of your hair across my face.
You.... You were there.
I touch my face and your hair is no longer there, My eyes fling open and I cannot see, I close my eyes and i can no longer feel you.
What is this torment....
What was your name.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC
I remember you were here.
The reminisce of your glance and the scent on my skin, I half close my eyes so i can still see your silhouette.
What was this, a dream, I think.
I awoke.
I feel what was left as it's etched into my eyes, i only need to close them and i feel your warm lips and the tips of your hair across my face.
You.... You were there.
I touch my face and your hair is no longer there, My eyes fling open and I cannot see, I close my eyes and i can no longer feel you.
What is this torment....
What was your name.