November 6, 2010
By , Denver, CO
Today I have forgotten your face
The smell of your skin
The way your lips taste
The butterflies I felt when you were around
And maybe even the way your voice sounds
Funny thing is, we will meet again
But words won't be spoken, hands will not touch then
But I know the only way to get through
Is to wait for the day that I forget you

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