sunday morning
and you're not here
not that I'm missing you
but I'm not there
On a pillow and some words
My head has come to rest
Its not that missing you
Is the emptiness I sleep next
grind my bones
upon on the winds I dispossess
I roam to roam no more
I roam to blow beneath your door
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
sunday morning
and you're not here
not that I'm missing you
but I'm not there
On a pillow and some words
My head has come to rest
Its not that missing you
Is the emptiness I sleep next
grind my bones
upon on the winds I dispossess
I roam to roam no more
I roam to blow beneath your door
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