Beyond Senses
Your disdain oozes out of your pores
But your smell emanates sweet old memories
This last bittersweet embrace feels recycled, rehearsed and cold.
You watch me with your vacant stare
I see you for who you have become
But your smell emanates sweet old memories
This last bittersweet embrace feels recycled, rehearsed and cold.
You watch me with your vacant stare
I see you for who you have become