12-28-03
9:50 pm
I slept
I slept with my undershirt last night
It smelled like you.
I couldn�t just throw it in my bag and forget about it.
I had to smell you.
Even if I couldn�t hold you.
So it was just me.
In someone else�s bed.
In the bed that you made love to me.
With my undershirt.
All because it smelled like you.
Will I ever get to hold you?
To smell you not some undershirt?