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...To the Tune of a Pink Floyd Song
your breath gently falls onto my bare chest
as you lay in the embrace of my scarred arms
here in this bed the scars fade away
here in this bed the pain dies away
legs entangled, naked thigh to naked thigh
naked calf, to naked calf
eyes closed tight, both lost dreamily
in the best made bed of one anothers grips
smiles stitched across the once hollow faces
two lost souls finally connect to someone real
then my eyes spread open and reality creeps in
and tears creep out at the shock and awe that
youre not here
you should be here
i wish you were here
