Apr 20, 2010 10:48
The smell is so familiar,
just like your disregard.
The memories are fading,
the good times and the hard.
So curious were you,
to taste the summer fruit.
And slowly I began to drown,
you slowly fixed your suit.
You "must look clean" you said.
"Like nothing ever happened".
I wanted to bite and mark you,
but left me somewhat saddened.