anytime I play my music
there's certain songs
that I have to skip
because those songs
were ones that you showed me
and I'd rather not
go down sketchy memory lane
every time I hear a certain opening
I can't play my own guitar
without remembering
hearing you play at Majestic
granted it wasn't a time we were a couple
but it's still a fond memory
one I still cherish
among many others
playing call of duty
is no longer the same
it feels lonely
even when I've got people around
I still smell you
in the air like you were
lying on my chest
just how you used to baby
I still feel like
you belong right beside me
and I've got no hand
to hold as tight as I wish
nothing to grab
but memories of your hands
you once asked me
why I traced your hand so much
I answered honestly
maybe you remember my answer
but if not I'll tell you once more
"commiting how warm it feels
how your knuckles are shaped
and the soft callouses
to my memory
because you'll be gone one day"
you kissed me
in response and held my hand tighter
now I can't stand
anyone else's hands to hold
I want them to be just like yours
but they never are
8 weeks and a day
and I still feel your hands on me
still hear your voice
and smell your scent
when you're nowhere near
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The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse II POETRY Second Edition
ПоэзияAsh stains on my jeans you're still on my mind cherry on my skin you're still there pain doesn't block you out freezing hands shaking body withdrawals from your warmth butt burning my fingertips burning my lips dying to feel you again strike the...
