I've still not gone from you. Your voice still taints the lining of mine, and your eyes still burn into my memory. You can't love the same way twice, but I sometimes wonder if you think of me.
YOU ARE READING
in your absence
PoesiaPerhaps I love you too little, because there is still so much you don't understand...for I crave touch, just not from your hands.
"electric feel"
I've still not gone from you. Your voice still taints the lining of mine, and your eyes still burn into my memory. You can't love the same way twice, but I sometimes wonder if you think of me.
