Lying in bed, life's beauty is lost on me. My mind lost in thoughts of you. Lie next to me. Put your arm around me, and I'll be ok. Ink to paper (or fingers to keys), I feel lost forgetting myself on paper. Life's love lost. Painful a story as it is, I'm ready to forget. I used to write secrectly to him, not I write to him through you. He needs toknow he hurt mel you need to know I'm ok.
Hold me; less committal than a kiss, what I want is your arm around my waist and your breath on my neck.
You should think about me.
Heaven only knows
Wevything night, everyday
It could be a sunday kind of love;
a love to last past saturday night.
Not for ever, just through sunday
Loving day looms and
What kind of an activist can I be
If I don't have a love of my own?
Think about me.
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