i am soaked
in the smell
of you;
i cant help but find
all around me
little pieces of
you,
and yet,
sad as i am,
i cannot seem
to miss
you.
the funniest
part of
this lovely death
is the fake
grief that i
pretended to weep
i am soaked
in the smell
of you;
i cant help but find
all around me
little pieces of
you,
and yet,
sad as i am,
i cannot seem
to miss
you.
the funniest
part of
this lovely death
is the fake
grief that i
pretended to weep