Three months have passed and I hate to say I got used to you
Your touch
Your scent
Your quirky ways
A shadow of you stands by me now
Yet Im beside myself
Grieving the lose of warmth and comfort
Three months it will take again to rebuild the wall I broke down for you
So that no one else can make their way through
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 10:44 PM UTC
Three months have passed and I hate to say I got used to you
Your touch
Your scent
Your quirky ways
A shadow of you stands by me now
Yet Im beside myself
Grieving the lose of warmth and comfort
Three months it will take again to rebuild the wall I broke down for you
So that no one else can make their way through
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