remind me of your smell
the soft taste of your lips
the red between your legs
the dark between your knees
now you’re free of my eyes
you’re a ghost in my mind to find
the black dress that you wore
take it off leave it by the door
i won’t come here no more
it’s just that the wasted years still remain
in my memory in my head
remind me that i am not
the second star or the first to rot
and sometimes when i think that i am
i forget you and this has to end
but the forgotten are only so for a while
and then the memories start to creep up
when i’m alone and waiting for the sun
this is a call these are words to right
this is my song of the night
when i’ll wait for the call to autumn
when i’ll be some other fight
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