Sometimes
Do you think of me sometimes?
Ever
Do you miss the taste of my kiss
The total despair; the utter bliss?
The trembling deep beneath my skin
The angel within?
Do you ever dream of my face?
The one once bowed in painful disgrace?
Do you remember the sound of my sighs
Or the sin in my eyes?
Do I leave furrows of hurt in your dreams?
Tainted with embers of my torn apart seams
Do I paint your memories all sullen, and blue
When I remember you?
I’ll never forget you, never forgive
The hurt that we birthed, the life that we’ve lived
I’ll never be innocent of all of my crimes…
And yes, I do,
Think of you sometimes
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~ Janet ~ 
