washed the sheets ten times
and
i still can't get the smell of
you
out of my bed and there is
still
an imprint in the pillow where
your
head used to restcleaned the house top to bottom
and
then cleaned it nine more times
but
there are still footprints in
the
clean floor and they're just
your
size feetand i promised myself ten times
that
when you ring the doorbell
i
won't let you in but for some reason
you
are sitting on the blue couch and
i
can't help but kiss
you
..................................
so wattpad deleted this and i nearly cried :( but then i got it back :)sorry for the slight hiatus but i'm back on the writing wagon
this poem is dedicated to @jupiters9th for making my day. thank you <3
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as we fall
Poetrypoems of truth and how we feel, even though we never say it. a collection of my original poetry Copyright 2015