He Was a Traveller
He was a traveller
Someone I couldn't compel
To stay a little longer
Oh how beautifully
He seeped through my skin
Something more warmer
Than a summer morning's sun
The way my body responded
To all of his touches
The beat my heart worked on
Was beyond all of its limits
Then came a day
When he wanted to escape
The place he called home
I guess, the charm did fade
I objected, but he was a rebel
He did what pleased him
And I accused my fate
For he was a traveller
Someone I couldn't compel
To stay a little longer
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