your words on the screen touch me like heather
rustling the hairs just above my knees
i blush as i type hoping no one can tell
just how sick and swirly my head feels now
will you come back here and see me the same?
or would it be too disappointing to even try
how can i hide myself when i want nothing more
than to hold you in my arms and smell your skin
laughing in bed and rolling in the sheets
we used to get in trouble for any reason at all
day and night were one in the same rotating
and sleep was always less necessary than words
inspire me, enliven me, give me hope to become
something similar maybe better than who i was
touch me and know me without turning your face
and your eyes will assure me my love is not phased
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