Sinking Through The Thoughts Of Dying Poem by Austin Moore
Sinking Through The Thoughts Of Dying
The distinct smell of perfume distorts my concentration
All the layers of my thoughts have lose their foundation
You open my eyes with the sound of your voice
The touch of your skin leaves me with no choice
Control my thoughts, its my mind you posses
Why was it my love you forced me to confess
The sting of regret is the only pain I feel
Because I know that these wounds will never heal
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