After you're gone
By Chad
Lighting up another cigerrete, I count the seconds as they pass (as they laugh) These first nights after your gone are always the hardest. The bed lies laughing at it's own empty stare, the walls stand silent, As I procrastinate my way into the morning chill. I can still smell you on me, still feel you wrapped around me, these first nights after your gone are always the hardest. Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 11:01 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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