I Can't

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by _KeiBee_

by _KeiBee_

I can't go the placed we used to

The sound of your voice

The taste of your lips

The feel of your gentle hands

Resting in mine, stealing a kiss

These are just echos of what we used to do

But I guess

Echos hurt more than the memories

I can hear them

Memories may play

But these echos will stay.

Memories may be forgotten

Yet I will always hear

The soft whispers

We used to share