He
A cup of coffee with salt
The taste of your sweet lips
A glass of pure vodka without alcohol
The sound of your tender voice
A candy bar without sugar
The feel of your soft skin
A popsicle with frosting
The gleam of your emerald eyes
A pen without ink
The aroma of you
A girl with no heart
A mind with no soul
That's how you left me
Dying and cold
Copyright © Tyffani Paceley | Year Posted 2007
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