he smells of stale perfume and broken promises
she rustles with moonlight and forgotten dreams
he wakes up next to strangers and leaves with his love
she puts on her shoes and greets the night like morning
his smile tempts and keeps hearts racing
her eyes whisper truths and swallow tears
in the background she watched (and he noticed)
it was a sad day in Hell when even his smile couldn't tempt her
it was his words that rang in her head and broke her chest
(still, even his words won't make him stay)
he never filled the space in her sheets (but she took his heat anyway)
now he smells of crumpled letters and stained cheeks
now she rustles with his love and silent hopes
she rustles with moonlight and forgotten dreams
he wakes up next to strangers and leaves with his love
she puts on her shoes and greets the night like morning
his smile tempts and keeps hearts racing
her eyes whisper truths and swallow tears
in the background she watched (and he noticed)
it was a sad day in Hell when even his smile couldn't tempt her
it was his words that rang in her head and broke her chest
(still, even his words won't make him stay)
he never filled the space in her sheets (but she took his heat anyway)
now he smells of crumpled letters and stained cheeks
now she rustles with his love and silent hopes
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart*
*i carry your heart with me
by e.e. cummings
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