...and bring you home to me
I don't want to be around
when the leaving time has come.
I don't want to see your face
when I just walk out that door.
There's been many times
I packed my bag
and many more I didn't,
teeth held against words.
I never brought forth
what you wished for;
your ecstatic night's dream
revealed so long ago.
Morning light again,
familiar silence,
laying beside me,
turned the other way.
Damn, still I stay
fastened here
searching for the key
to open your heart ...
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