May 1, 2012
I miss those times,

but not the heat

the bitter taste of misery

on my lips its not as sweet

as in the tears you cried for me

I miss your eyes

does it show?

has the scent of your love

washed off my clothes?

in the dark

I wish Id known

your shadow wouldnt linger long

I miss your songs

your looks of warmth

but your starry eyes have grown dull

your voice silent in deaths enchanting lull

your memory falls with a gravitational pull

towards the choir singing


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