I can still hear your voice
Your voice in my dreams
But I don't know if it's real
So far away but for some reason
I can still feel you
I try to close my eyes
But it doesn't help.
I can still see you
It's like the sweet smell of your fragrance never ends
It's hard to pretend it's not there
Because it is
Enveloped in the air
Around me like an invisible mist.
I still remember the sweetness
Of our first kiss,
When time slowed down
And I couldn't hear
A single sound
I had no idea what was
Happening around me
I was just glad that finally...
A piece of happiness found me
Waking up in a cold sweat
Your memories stick to my skin
I swear some nights my dreams
Begin with scenes so vivid
I feel like I'll lose myself in the past and
If I don't relive these moments
I'm afraid that the few
Memories I have left
Of you won't last,
And you'll turn
Into nothing more
Than a ghost.
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The Fat Girl and The Bet
Teen FictionIm writting again :) Society has taught me that no matter what size I am, I will never be good enough. I'll always be too skinny, too FAT, too short, too tall, TOO this, too that.