I still feel a warmth
from time to time
where your soft sweet lips
pressed gently on neck
and you told me yesterday
you were giving up
and your eyes shone brightly
a twinkle of excitement
like giving up wasn't stopping
it was moving forward
and sometimes I wonder
if I held you tightly
you'd forget about the pain
of those sad nights
the flashlight blaring down
and the darkness
of your secret thoughts
but for now I'm stuck
with the memories of your kiss
and the ghost of your silhouette
in the cold sleepy stairwell
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
I still feel a warmth
from time to time
where your soft sweet lips
pressed gently on neck
and you told me yesterday
you were giving up
and your eyes shone brightly
a twinkle of excitement
like giving up wasn't stopping
it was moving forward
and sometimes I wonder
if I held you tightly
you'd forget about the pain
of those sad nights
the flashlight blaring down
and the darkness
of your secret thoughts
but for now I'm stuck
with the memories of your kiss
and the ghost of your silhouette
in the cold sleepy stairwell
please don't give up, I need you.
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