I can taste the thoughts
They linger on my tongue
As does your imagination
I can hear your fingerprints
They were left behind
Along with tears and love
(Who's to know whom the
tears and love belong to?)
I can feel your eyes
Intense to say the least
Capturing, however, is the outcome
I can see your heart beating
You're flattered and excited
But that's ordinarily typical
(for you)
I can smell your words
It's quite unpleasant
But your cologne makes up for it
I can sense your presence
But I just giggle, remembering
the past and walk away knowing
you did the same to me |
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