when i wake up tomorrow,
i will feel the touches of another man,
the love for another woman,
and the breaths of someone else
lingering my body,
trying to keep this cold, lonely heart,
warm again.
when i wake up tomorrow,
i will cry myself back to sleep,
due to the lack of your touches,
the lack of your love,
and the lack of your warmth.
i will go on
for you.
for you, i'd bleed myself dry; h.k
