Afterwards
Biting my lips, but your kiss tastes better than blood. Salting my wounds, but the pain you left me overwhelms. Wind in the trees, sighing... but all I hear is your voice. Dreams inside can't replace the expression on your face, the one I never saw. I'm still holding my breath, is there any hope left? It's far too sunny out there, the peaceful snow melted. There's nothing left to drown in. I miss your eyes, deeper than any ocean.i know it's dull and sappy, but I had to get that out of my system. Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 03:57 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"Biting my lips,..."