Music.
As I lay alone in my bed
I still feel you on my skin, lingering.
Ping. Ping. Pinging inside my brain is the sound
of you singing.
The squeal made after
the ********* still ringing as I
**** my guitar. We both gently
weep. I check her neck for a
scar, and cover it.
poison seeps
Go to sleep.
I miss your heartbeat beatbeatbeatbeat
That's why I hug this empty couch seat where you sat
(Cause i thought it was the last time youd see my ***
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
Music.
As I lay alone in my bed
I still feel you on my skin, lingering.
Ping. Ping. Pinging inside my brain is the sound
of you singing.
The squeal made after
the ********* still ringing as I
**** my guitar. We both gently
weep. I check her neck for a
scar, and cover it.
poison seeps
Go to sleep.
I miss your heartbeat beatbeatbeatbeat
That's why I hug this empty couch seat where you sat
(Cause i thought it was the last time youd see my ***
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