WHEN YOU'RE SITTING NEXT TO ME
"How come,
That my heart still longs for you
even when you're sitting next to me?
Your skin a hairsbreadth away from mine.
I want to breathe you in,
All that you are and all that you were,
Your whole existence,
And find out why —
My heart still longs for you
Even when you're sitting next to me."
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Fleeting Memoirs
Poetry❝Memoirs of love and madness ; ❞ Copyright 2017 © Vanessa Sheathes
