Soft rays from the morning sun
Stream in through my careless curtains onto my bed
Paint my face with a new day
I count you missing in my bed instead.
Distances spell heartship,
Conversations weigh a mere pawn
Spend daydreams in pleasant reminiscence
And my attraction soldiers on.
When we speak in seduction
And we lie entangled in arms
Wrapped in passion, drunk with amor
Unforgiving breaths, lust fills our charms
I would wish with every morning come
The same story would be told by the same sun
This book is to cruel to finish
I'd rather just be stuck on chapter one.
Created: Jul 26, 2012robin2012 Document Media