June 1, 2010
By , San Diego, CA
Your smell still clings to all my clothes, a stain
That can be easily removed. Your voice
Speaks in my head, it’s making me insane
To never see the lips, that form the words,
Whose taste still lingers on my own, whose touch
Still tingles on my neck. Easy things to leave
Behind. They fade to dark, and nothing much
Remains to take their place. It’s better now.
So here I am with you, clinging, today.
Please, when you go, leave nothing here to stay.

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bluemagnet22 said...
Aug. 5, 2010 at 2:01 pm
Wow I love it! The first 5 lines are so beautiful! Check out my work sometime please;)
i.ll_be_fine_899 said...
Jun. 30, 2010 at 9:49 pm
oh i liked itt!!! this was a nice peice, i liked the last line. good jobb!!:))
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