I remember spending lazy afternoons
With you in my arms.
Trying to suppress my smile as I watched
You mouth every single word perfectly
As we watched
Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I was to busy watching your perfect pink lips to notice
You
Slowly slipping away from
Me.
Until one day you were just gone
And it was my own shaking arms that were holding
Me
And I was wording the dialogue, tasting the salty tears on my lips
Without You.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
I remember spending lazy afternoons
With you in my arms.
Trying to suppress my smile as I watched
You mouth every single word perfectly
As we watched
Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I was to busy watching your perfect pink lips to notice
You
Slowly slipping away from
Me.
Until one day you were just gone
And it was my own shaking arms that were holding
Me
And I was wording the dialogue, tasting the salty tears on my lips
Without You.
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