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Apr 2013
We lay tangled up in sheets
your eyes golden brown
the sun shine through this fogged window
were in the moment, in the now
finger tips meet
chapped lips to greet every morning
we lay in youthful folly
our future still a mystery
our past left at the door
you are all I will ever need and more
you saved me, I saved you
I just want to waste this sunday morning
laying in bed holding you
telling you
that your all I need and more
I love you dear
and I will miss you when you walk out that door.
Traci Eklund
Written by
Traci Eklund  Northern Mitten, USA
(Northern Mitten, USA)   
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