I still miss you, sometimes.
In the aching quiet of the night
When my thoughts wander to the smiles
And the laughs, and kisses.
I remember how you looked at me,
Like I was the answer to a thousand questions
I know you answered all of mine
Or at least, you did at the time.
You taught me lessons.
Like how to sing freely,
And how to love
Both openly and cruely.
I'm starting to forget your voice
And the way your hand fit in mine.
The smell of your skin
Has long since been washed from my sheets
I know we'll never be friends
You don't want to see me again.
And that's alright.
Thanks for the adventure.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
I still miss you, sometimes.
In the aching quiet of the night
When my thoughts wander to the smiles
And the laughs, and kisses.
I remember how you looked at me,
Like I was the answer to a thousand questions
I know you answered all of mine
Or at least, you did at the time.
You taught me lessons.
Like how to sing freely,
And how to love
Both openly and cruely.
I'm starting to forget your voice
And the way your hand fit in mine.
The smell of your skin
Has long since been washed from my sheets
I know we'll never be friends
You don't want to see me again.
And that's alright.
Thanks for the adventure.
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