The scent of you creeps into my day; lays between my hair; strong enough to bring around the vision of your figure back into my mind while you are standing beside her with eyes already blind.
You gave me a ring of promises and I remember you wearing your bright yellow t-shirt I laughed, I joked about it, you laughed But when I wake up I breathe into nothing other than the feeling of your ring on my finger and the reality that you are already long gone
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