What You Left

August 14, 2013

Face in the mirror smiles

haven't seen her in a long while

Leather jacket in the closet

guitar on the floor

Mine for now

forever yours

Poetry strewn

vague intentions

made up boy sings pretty songs

in my world

I fal asleep

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