i get the urge to scratch and peel my skin
when i'm reminded of your fingerprints on me
i keep thinking that maybe if i can shed this layer
i'll come back pure and free from your filthy touch
but my mind will always be stained with
those words you kept repeating in my ear
YOU ARE READING
lemon lavender & long nights
Poetryyou're lemon lavender and long nights [when the scent of lemon lavender was all that filled my head while talking to you those long summer nights] ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.3 #38 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015-2016
