You're like the tattered tissues
I left in the pocket
Of my favourite winter sweater
I threw you in
To tumble around
With my other ***** winter laundry
It's spring now
And I'm still picking pieces of you
From parts of me I thought you'd never
Touched
Held
Stroked
Caressed
I wish I never put you in my pockets
But i needed you then
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
You're like the tattered tissues
I left in the pocket
Of my favourite winter sweater
I threw you in
To tumble around
With my other ***** winter laundry
It's spring now
And I'm still picking pieces of you
From parts of me I thought you'd never
Touched
Held
Stroked
Caressed
I wish I never put you in my pockets
But i needed you then
