The College Life

Dragging my body outta bed Remembering the night before Getting back at 3 am Never wanting to stop Kissing good bye Remembering every sore muscle Being rubbed out With hands that were strong And impossibly gentle Remembering a new soreness In places that are secret Remembering that There are no secrets left Getting outta bed With 6 hours of sleep Smiling like a fool Walking to class Because I was remembering A night with you.

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