Scribblings from a Narcissist
Saturday, 12 April 2014
In Awe
My fingers smell of cigarettes
smoked with you;
My mind is rambling on the
conversation we shared;
My heart is hoping
to see you just once more —
you say I am infatuated.
But I am merely in awe of you.
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