18 octubre, 2010

NOT REAL

I hope not to forget his smile, but Im pretty sure I will.

I never knew his name, so that's something already off my mind.

I might forget the way he looks, the way he smells, the way he talks.

But I'll never forget the way he made me feel, the way we talked without speaking, the way we kiss without touching our lips ...because, for good or for bad, nothing was real.

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