Lingering Feelings
Lingering Feelings
Your smell still on the blanket sheets,
A mark of the nights we shared.
Your voice still echoing in my head,
Like an unforgettable tune.
Your taste still on my lips,
Something I wish to wipe away.
But you somehow always stay.
I want these memories to be gone,
Deleted,
Erased.
But they never will be.
You were my first time,
A new feel.
The heat
Of your body on top of mine.
The scent
Of your perfume.
All of these things
Imprinted in my mind,
Like a stamp on a postcard,
Except this can't be sent away.
This stays.
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