Everyday I sleep alone,
But my arms are warm.
As I sob and moan,
My heart is full.
I'm laying in pieces,
You've stolen everything.
Return my love and kisses,
My soul and my name.
You are only a face,
Your body in the stars.
I'm starving for your taste,
Delusions mixed with dreams.
I dance with my shadow,
But my waist is warm.
My tears are a crow,
Brief and black.
You've caused me pain,
As you slowly leave me,
As much forgetfulness I feign,
I still remember you.
My world collapses,
And my vision blurs.
But i manage to rasp
A broken "I love you"
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Little Things in Life
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