Blue on grey, lips on mine,
The smell of sweat, the taste of wine,
The sound of a noise, the clock is timing,
This feeling building, my breathing is climbing.
The feel of your arms as they hold me tight
Frightens away others, the monsters of night.
My head on the pillow as I lie on the bed,
Forgetting the morning when I’ll wake up with dread.
Another night with someone, who’s still unknown,
Not the one I want, but the one I’ve shown.
The past behind me, the lies in a heap,
My eyes get heavy as my thoughts turn to sleep.
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