A tangled mass of comfort and sweat pressed against my side,
I watch your eyes play "tag" with the droplets bleeding into the window.
You lay naked and curled into me, but I know you are gone;
off chasing every raindrop you call "it".
I want you to know - you break me.
You strut straight into my room, paying a little trip - falling into my world.
Taking off just before dawn with an arm or leg or major ***** before slinking off to your own world - inside my room.
Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 6:46 PM UTC
A tangled mass of comfort and sweat pressed against my side,
I watch your eyes play "tag" with the droplets bleeding into the window.
You lay naked and curled into me, but I know you are gone;
off chasing every raindrop you call "it".
I want you to know - you break me.
You strut straight into my room, paying a little trip - falling into my world.
Taking off just before dawn with an arm or leg or major ***** before slinking off to your own world - inside my room.
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