Somedays,
I can still smell,
The scent of your perfume.
Somedays,
I can still feel,
A sense of your presence.
Someday,
Maybe i'll realise,
Why i keep telling these lies.
Till then, i'll just,
close my eyes,
keep searching,
Where the answer,
To our questions lies.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 1:54 AM UTC
Somedays,
I can still smell,
The scent of your perfume.
Somedays,
I can still feel,
A sense of your presence.
Someday,
Maybe i'll realise,
Why i keep telling these lies.
Till then, i'll just,
close my eyes,
keep searching,
Where the answer,
To our questions lies.
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