Not Over It

A Poem by KirstenFurry

You used to smell of
Coffe with a touch of linen
It would dance across
My senses when I
Hugged you, pressing my face
Against your chest.
Now the scent is in everything
I own
Everything I feel
Everything I touch, taste and see;
Haunting me when I get dressed in the morning,
When I'm reading a romance novel,
And as the wind whips my skin.
Haunting me.

© 2009 KirstenFurry

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Added on December 8, 2009

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KirstenFurry

Temperance, MI

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I write because it's the only thing that comes second nature to me, because it's the only thing that has been my constant companion. I'm a young girl of 17 from the Midwest. I mostly write poetry and .. more..