Your memory 

It's clear

We used to talk oh so late at night

My phone was over heated, and I pretended the warmth was your hand

we went too fast

What you said, what you did

What I showed you,

what I thought I made you feel

How you made me feel

How your hands felt when the touched me

The look in your eyes when I touched you


But it was bad beauty


I stare at you in my dreams

Bitter, bitter,bitter

Thats the flavor

Oh darling I loved you




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