Beige walls marbled tile floor
Grand two handle black front door
Memories inserted on the walls
Picture frames hung on the halls
From a time when we were together
Lazyboys made of leather
Remembering the nights under the blanket
Cuddling, watching Titanic
As I head to the bedroom
Still scented with your perfume
You always sprayed way too much
Wishing to feel your touch
One last time
I'd give everything down to my last dime
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Author:
Bishop M. (
Offline) - Published: April 13th, 2023 08:10
- Comment from author about the poem: This is the 3rd part in a series of poems. The first being Without You, second being Home is where my heart dies, and this third installment. Hope you enjoy.
- Category: Sad
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