Your Smile

Your smile used to bring me joy
Now all it brings is the demise of my soul.
The smell of your skin used to comfort me
Now it gets under my skin and tortures me.
But the worst of all is the sound of your voice;
What was once a sweet melody to my ears
Has become a knife to my heart.





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