When I close my eyes you aren't gone,
When I close my eyes you're still standing in front of me with your forehead pressed against mine.
Your hands are still resting on my hips,
Still moving me to the music.
When I close my eyes my arms are still wrapped around your neck,
My eyes are still looking into your blue ones.
When I close my eyes I can still hear your voice rasping along to a song I can't listen to anymore.
When I close my eyes,
We never left that dance floor.
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.
