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I Don't

I don't remember your touch, no matter how devine,
I don't recall your mouth and the way you taste.
I can't conjure up your face or that sweet honey of your voice,
I don't recall your heat or the pressure of your weight.
I've long since lost any recollection of the voice you'd use,
To spin all those sweet lies or the pace in which you'd declare,
Your love and our forever.

I guess it has been too long since I was allowed to love you.

So tell me. What exactly keeps me up at night?
What do I miss? Because I miss it too much.
It can't just be your touch.
I believe it's that I think of you.
And I'm home sick.
And I'm me sick.
And I miss myself too much.

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Tiggs

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  • Kiss the girl--x
    October 15, 2008

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    I love the last stanza,
    and then especially:

    'And I'm home sick.
    And I'm me sick.
    And I miss myself too much.'

    I miss myself a lot.

    I can relate too well I think =/

    thanks for entering.

    ♥