Sometimes I wonder
sometimes I wander
most times I both.
Each that I don't the thought of you is what got me through.
A soft touch, warm embrace, I am longing for the taste.
Palm to palm, chest to chest.
Sprawled upon the lakeside grass
waiting for the dreaming of you.
Sometimes I wrought
sometimes I rot
most times I both
Each that I don't it is fitting that I'm sitting with you
chest to chest, face to face.
Sprawled upon the lakeside grass
dreaming of and waiting for
You.
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder
sometimes I wander
most times I both.
Each that I don't the thought of you is what got me through.
A soft touch, warm embrace, I am longing for the taste.
Palm to palm, chest to chest.
Sprawled upon the lakeside grass
waiting for the dreaming of you.
Sometimes I wrought
sometimes I rot
most times I both
Each that I don't it is fitting that I'm sitting with you
chest to chest, face to face.
Sprawled upon the lakeside grass
dreaming of and waiting for
You.
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