Poetry · Writing

still;

when your lips touch

telling me your coming home

like you never left

key still works

bed still made

lies still heard

when you walked back i knew it would all be the same

still

this bed never felt the same until you walked back in

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My name is Sam and I love art. I sometimes do podcast, I sometimes stream videogames. View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez