15/12/13, 4.04pm
i was about to say
that there's no better sound
than the strumming of fresh guitar strings
but then i remember - there's you
the sound of your muffled voice
when you gave me a wake up call and said my name
even if it's under your cold breath
your voice gives me a sense
of sweet melancholy
everytime i miss you
and you're nowhere to be found
and everytime i hear
the voice notes you sent me
it's like i could smell your strong sillage
and your presence lingering around me
and then i start to realise
that the only sound i'd love to hear everyday
is yours
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