There is a scent on my pillow
That is not just of me
It smells faintly of a lost love
Of a long forgotten destiny.
I cannot help but grip it tight
and breathe the scent in nice and deep
This lingering of you
Is all I have to keep.
I do not know how I have it still
For others have been where you lay.
Yet somehow this ghost of you
Is what I wake to every day.
I want to keep it, should push it away
Which is why I again changed the bed.
I set fire to the memories and watched them burn....
Which is why I know these pillows are in my head.
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Raindrops on the Window
PoésieRomantic and a bit depressing poetry that I wrote about my... experiences :P Enjoy, comment, vote