Apr 18 2011
Toxic
I followed you
From the bathroom to the bedroom
Drinking the scent of your freshly washed skin.
I swallowed all your smiles
And stored them
In the files of my heart.
I memorized your touch
The way your fingers trace
My sorry excuse for curves.
I admired your handsom face
And the unexplainable
Way you look at me.
I’m troubled
You know that.
But your eyes depended
On the story im unwilling to tell
This post was submitted by serena93.
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This is raw and pure awesomeness, such a wonderful piece of poetic perfection. The title is like, in your face, actually all of your titles are like this. Oh my gosh.
thankyou (: