• deaddggirl 15w

    I pray to God you never get over me
    While you grip the flesh of others
    My freckles will appear across her skin

    Peppermint perfume will ache your brain
    While the ghost of my feet tap dance down your halls
    The bed will feel twice as cold
    My waist will not be there to hold
    The tan robe that was once my mother's
    Will be crumpled up inside your bin
    You will hear my soul louder than a train
    Every time it starts to rain

    The nature shows on TV
    Will remind you of our late night talks
    The yellow flowers at the grocery store
    Will never call your name once more
    tattooed on the inside of your skin
    A melody left on repeat
    A washed away left over sin