I cry as our fingers slide apart;
Wrapped up in a cloth blanket drenched with tears
But held tightly because of fear;
Fear that you'd never come back
Fear that you'd change if you did
But as of now I dream of holding you in
Firmly against my skin so neither of us would be hot nor cold
Because in our presence its prefect...
Not a discrepancy I could name
Not a thing I would change;
For you are the reason I'm sane;
What could I do if you didn't come back; I'm hopeless in fact
Thus, I'm not the same when we're back to back
Your face is everything and your feelings the same
*Do please come back in time I tried to explain