you taste like what cigarette burns feel like
you sound like nostalgia in a bottle
you feel like the whisper of a half-forgotten song
you look like the tartness of a whiskey kiss
you smell like the mistakes heavy in my pockets

i guess all i'm saying
is you jumbled and mixed me up
is all

all i'm saying is
i've waited and waited for you
to love me do

i'm saying
come home

Labels: f: freeform, l: english, t: untitled

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