Im loving you like your still here
I hear your whisper in my ear
Your kiss is still on the tip of my tounge
I still feel the silk of your night gown as it comes undone
I can still taste the earth from the garden on your skin
On sunday mornings I can still smell the coffee and the cinnamon
Im loving you like your still here
Like all of this is really real
Like I never left and you never cryed
Like we didnt pretend
That it was not goodbye
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC
Im loving you like your still here
I hear your whisper in my ear
Your kiss is still on the tip of my tounge
I still feel the silk of your night gown as it comes undone
I can still taste the earth from the garden on your skin
On sunday mornings I can still smell the coffee and the cinnamon
Im loving you like your still here
Like all of this is really real
Like I never left and you never cryed
Like we didnt pretend
That it was not goodbye
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