The stars in my eyes,
They reflect the one man who gave me love.
The taste of my lips,
Lingers of your sweet delicious lips.
The numbness of my fingers,
Still trace your every curve, even though you're no longer here.
It's ringing,
The sounds of laughter together.
That sweet aroma,
Surrounding me with the remnants of your cologne.
But I have made those stars shine,
And I realize that you gave me lust not love.
I have brushed my teeth,
And the mintiness washes out your taste.
My fingers have retained their feelings,
And your curves are only indents in the sheets, that say you're here.
The ringing,
It's finally stopped, and has become a deafening squeal.
That sweet stench,
The remnants remain only in memories and the past.
My stars shine brightly,
And the fires of my love are set ablaze.
My mouth,
Now fresh and renewed with no after taste.
My fingers are perfect,
And the sheets are ready for the next man who wishes to cuddle.
That annoying squeal,
Stopped completely and all is quiet.
The memories and the past,
It's all gone and now is never going to appear again
Tiffany Wolf
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/un-named-6/
