i imagine his hands are warm
they fit so perfectly in mine
my mood would instantly transform
and everything would be fine
i imagine his smile
so beautiful and bright
if everything was dark for a while
i'd know it would all be alright
but then i'm back here
in my cold, empty bed
for a man that holds me dear
only exists in my head
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 9:37 PM UTC
i imagine his hands are warm
they fit so perfectly in mine
my mood would instantly transform
and everything would be fine
i imagine his smile
so beautiful and bright
if everything was dark for a while
i'd know it would all be alright
but then i'm back here
in my cold, empty bed
for a man that holds me dear
only exists in my head
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