Imprint
\nDark, Cold, Empty
\nJust distance and loneliness that lay next to me
\nWhere did he go? He was just here…
\nWith his legs wrapped around me
\nHis lips kissing me and his hands\u00a0
\nCaressing every inch of my frame,
\nBut now, all I feel is chills and space
\nWhere he once laid his head next to mine
\nWhere did he go?
\nDoes he know that when he left, he would take every piece of me
\nEvery piece that Was Still Living
\nDoes he know that when he left,\u00a0
\nhe left me with this empty, cold feeling of loneliness
\nHe took my mind, all I can remember is the conversations we had.
\nConversations about life, goals, and our future while he laid next to me
\nBut now when I look beside me he’s not there
\nJust an empty space with his body imprint on my sheets
\nHe took my soul when I opened up my heart to him
\nThinking he would never go, hoping he would stay and savor this treasure I gave him
\nHe took my spirit away, theres no life in this room
\nWhere our once beautiful relationship was made\u00a0
\nAs I look at where he use to lay all I see is an empty space
\nWhere the person I love use to lay, but he left with no concern
\nabout the person who he once said he cared about
\nAll that\u2019s left is me and his imprint on my sheet…
\nI don\u2019t want to carry him in my heart
\nI don\u2019t want to consume him in my soul
\nI don\u2019t want to feel this thing call love
\nReally what Is love?
\nI don\u2019t want to hear those words\u00a0
\nI love you\u2026
\nI don\u2019t want to grasp the emotions
\nOf being in love
\nReally does love exist?
\nI don\u2019t want to feel the embrace, call love making
\nI don\u2019t want to hold this feeling call affection\u00a0
\nIn my heart
\nReally is this affection of love or lust
\nI don\u2019t want to think about this thing call love
\nimprint
\nDark, Cold, Empty
\nJust distance and loneliness that lay next to me
\nWhere did he go? He was just here<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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