Gone Poem by Nina White
Gone
All whats left in my bed...
Me, a zigartte and these memorys in my head
I'm trying to catch your smell on the sheet
Your warm body next to mine was all i ever need
A few days ago we both were so close
Now i can't fall aspleet without you kissing my nose
I miss your breath next to my ear
But me whispering your name is all i hear
You're gone, oh yes you are....
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