i could feel you there
but my eyes searched
the room and you were
nowhere to be found
you left me
but your scent
still lingers
and my mind
still wanders
and i wonder
why you left me
YOU ARE READING
quarter to dawn {poetry}
Poetrya collection of poems. you ask me why i like art and i tell you that the water colours bleed prettier than my wrists
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i could feel you there
but my eyes searched
the room and you were
nowhere to be found
you left me
but your scent
still lingers
and my mind
still wanders
and i wonder
why you left me
