When you wake...

May 9, 2013

When you wake, my fingers won't brush your face again Caressing your masculine jaw line Caressing your full lips that I love to kiss Caressing your perfect shape head that I adore overwhelmingly Caressing the features that made me attracted to you When you wake my scent no longer lingers through your sheets when I leave you that auburn morning Knowing how you felt but you held back on me In doubt I walked away from my feelings for you My scent will no longer run through your nasals leaving the quench Of your thirst for my presents satisfied because I was there in spirit This summer I walk through the night lights w/ o you Counting the stars I can imagine w/ my eyes close & drop one last tear as I take your hand & let it go You was almost my everything You was close to possessing my soul deeply You was close But you pulled back I vowed Not to be hurt I vowed To take care of myself first I vowed I would not face the scorpions rear end Because all I want is peace But I guess we're not on the same treaty so I'd painfully turn every stone & when I wake No longer would I be there again When I wake You'd be just another memory & when I wake You'd just be somebody that I use to know

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