The truth is, there was no shaking, breaking,
waking from a dream. Though
the steam in my brain did condense into tears. That was true.
The truth is, you are the only man I've ever wanted
to hold me while I fall asleep;
and the gap between our bodies,
then measured in inches, was whispering
bedtime stories about just how far away
you were about to go.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 3:06 PM UTC
The truth is, there was no shaking, breaking,
waking from a dream. Though
the steam in my brain did condense into tears. That was true.
The truth is, you are the only man I've ever wanted
to hold me while I fall asleep;
and the gap between our bodies,
then measured in inches, was whispering
bedtime stories about just how far away
you were about to go.
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