not there

 

on my pillow sits your sent
rose peddles tuch of peppermint
your voice lingers in the air like if jasmine was sprinkled every where
sweet lips mark my neck
tattooed with love used as ink
... paint your words on to my walls so when they speek they read them back
tuch your lips and taste the air our past still lingers here
your my apple of my tree the pear to witch i dare take a bite when not aware
your the dream thats no longer there

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

And it still lingers in the heart... this is so beautifully expressed :) ..xx