Beginnings of a song I wrote long ago...
I’m not comfortable with the idea of what I was
And it’s making me feel warm.
Your scent still whispers through the fabric of my sheets
A comfort to my mourn.
“I care for you, baby girl. I promise you it’s real.”
You must not know your strength,
Because those words haunt me, still.
Please say you’re sorry
Your kiss still lingers on my unpolished lips.
And it stimulates my smile.
I lie misplaced in your oversized blue T.
It holds me for a while.
It’s going to ache without a scar, I will see
My eyes aren’t thirsty yet
Because they still seem to be drowning.
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