The memories still smell of you; fresh with all the colours and many faces of you. My heart refuses to open up to someone new and my soul still moans for you, every night, I lie in this bed, reserving the right side for you, and all the words I choke with; I wrote them here for you:
You're clouding my mind
I no longer wish to hide
Like candles do in the dark
This vacant space awaits your light
If there's one thing I wish to have
Is for you to dream of me
Instead of her tonight
Like the moon; you fascinate me, but I'm not ready for you... yet.
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