No Cure
Racing heart
Sweaty hands
Sleepless nights
Butter flies in the stomach
Aimless walks
Wishing you were there
I wake only with your scent
To keep me company
Memory of our hands dancing
After love we made
Now you are gone
No where to be found
Left behind
Arms so empty
Days so cold
Yet I see you where ever I go
But only my imagination
No need for another
No need for alcohol
For there is no cure for you
Copyright © Edmond Ornelas | Year Posted 2013
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