I miss the soft sound of your breath
That put me to sleep at night.
Now I lie awake for hours
Wondering if you are alright.
And When I wake throughout my slumber
Something doesn't feel quite right.
I turn to hold you just to find
That you're nowhere in sight.
And if truth be told
It feels so cold
In this bed that's way too big without you.
I wonder,
Do you toss and fold
Till the night gets old
Do you still think about me too?
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 11:48 PM UTC
I miss the soft sound of your breath
That put me to sleep at night.
Now I lie awake for hours
Wondering if you are alright.
And When I wake throughout my slumber
Something doesn't feel quite right.
I turn to hold you just to find
That you're nowhere in sight.
And if truth be told
It feels so cold
In this bed that's way too big without you.
I wonder,
Do you toss and fold
Till the night gets old
Do you still think about me too?
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