Familiar lips,
Familiar scent,
Familiar taste,
But they didn't feel like you,
They didn't kiss her cheek before their lips met hers,
Nor did they kiss her forehead after they had.
The look in their eyes were slightly familiar, but nevertheless still different.
She didn't remember how your lips felt but she knew these weren't yours.
Your taste was also dull in her mind,
perhaps it was the scent.
She never forgot your heavenly scent.
And that was all she held onto.
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DUSK TILL DAWN
PoetryThese are the thoughts that keep her up at night, feelings that bring her to tears, memories she holds on to, moments she wishes she could rewrite. this is her mindset from dusk till dawn. Authors note: This book is solely owned by me please do...
