My head is full of ghosts
Of our petty past
I try to turn back through the doors
But wins against the lust
How could you do this to me
I cannot understand
You still have to set me free
That time is not to mend
They walk around my place
They laugh and love each other
I glimpsed transparent face
It makes again me bother
Your scent is in my lungs
Your touch is on my skin
I miss so much your hugs
Again I feel you win.
9/03/16
Past
© Copyright: Анна Муньека, 2016
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