Sometimes it's lonely. Some other times, it's not.
At times, she knows just what to say.
Other times- blank- nothing, an empty tongue, dry clean, and a sheen lost.
You start the sleep holding her, but she comes loose in the dark. She always comes back to you by morning,
snuck inbetween your biceps and triceps
and she likes it there.
Paul Simon's guitar laps at my evening....
he sings
"Ive got a a wall around me you cant even see... it took a little time...to get to me...some people never say those words I love you, its not their style to be so bold. Some people never say those words I love you, but like a child they're longing to be told..."
(You have pretty eyes and a pretty kiss)
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