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Senses
She is everywhere I go
In everything I see
Everything that I feel
Everything I hear
Everything I smell
And even everything I taste
She is in it all
Every single time I see flowers
I see her cute little lips colored in pink or red
The way her lips always chapped
Or her little awkward smile lined against the petals
When I bite into candy
I taste the sweetness in her personality
The sweetness she rarely shows me anymore
Such sweetness to reminice about
Everytime I touch beaded things
I remember the texture of her wavy hair
How short it ended
And how beautiful she looked in her dresses
Sometimes during the fall I smell the leaves
And it brings me back to her
Her charming perfume
And how well it went with her alluring voice like the leaves did
Sometimes I hear laughter
And it makes me think of her
How lovely and loud her laugh was
It makes me remember the warmth she filled my heart with
Now almost everything sets off tears to my eyes
And makes my heart bleed
She is in everything
Every part of me too
She has driven me crazy beyond belief
Touched all of my senses
She has driven herself out of control
And I can't say anything to stop her
I'm not in any of her senses
To her all our memories are nearly worthless,
But with even less value to her is me
To her I am worthless
We aren't in those photos together to her
She doesn't see,
Feel,
Smell,
Touch,
Or hear something that reminds her of me
I am none of her senses
But she is all five to me.
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I'm sorry I have a lot of sad stuff lately. I promise I will write observation poetry, or happy stuff next time!