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I’m broken up about my thoughts never being spoken   I hold onto those words, my eyes have barely opened My thoughts are consumed of memorizes we use to share But now I must strip them off, I’m bare In the shower I let the scalding water, drop by drop run down my skin Afraid that I made a mistake by letting you back in I have bruises, tenderness surrounding my heart I’m having cold feet, I should have known from the start That you would create this electric shock passing through my veins I feel as if we will never really be the same I scrub off the smell of your cologne from my pours Just the feeling of your plump lips leaves me sore I try to wash off the feeling of your finger tips from my scalp with shampoo But this routine will inevitably bring me back to you Because I love your touch, your lips, your smell But that’s a secret I’ll keep from you, will never tell I’ll count the days until I’m back under your blue satin sheets But for now I’m left with the mental pictures I keep
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Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
Wet & Wondering
I’m broken up about my thoughts never being spoken   I hold onto those words, my eyes have barely opened My thoughts are consumed of memorizes we use to share But now I must strip them off, I’m bare In the shower I let the scalding water, drop by drop run down my skin Afraid that I made a mistake by letting you back in I have bruises, tenderness surrounding my heart I’m having cold feet, I should have known from the start That you would create this electric shock passing through my veins I feel as if we will never really be the same I scrub off the smell of your cologne from my pours Just the feeling of your plump lips leaves me sore I try to wash off the feeling of your finger tips from my scalp with shampoo But this routine will inevitably bring me back to you Because I love your touch, your lips, your smell But that’s a secret I’ll keep from you, will never tell I’ll count the days until I’m back under your blue satin sheets But for now I’m left with the mental pictures I keep
Lucyiversonx
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22/F/New York
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
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