Night
Eyes are bright
The mind is open, awake, thinking
Thinking of words unspoken
Thoughts flow in and out of my mind
Your embrace, my body aches to feel your warm embrace
Your hands, rough as it may feel my hands long for your hands
Hold me, mold me...
These are the thoughts that flow in and out of my mind
Now I fall into a sleep like trance
Floating around as we dance
This may be our first and last goodbye
But how will we know when all of these are just up in my mind
Night
Eyes are bright
The mind is thinking of words unspoken
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC
Night
Eyes are bright
The mind is open, awake, thinking
Thinking of words unspoken
Thoughts flow in and out of my mind
Your embrace, my body aches to feel your warm embrace
Your hands, rough as it may feel my hands long for your hands
Hold me, mold me...
These are the thoughts that flow in and out of my mind
Now I fall into a sleep like trance
Floating around as we dance
This may be our first and last goodbye
But how will we know when all of these are just up in my mind
Night
Eyes are bright
The mind is thinking of words unspoken
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