Thursday, 23 June 2011

Here With Me

I didn't hear you leave. I wonder how am I still here and I don't want to move a thing. It might change my memory.

I don't want to call my friends. For they might wake me from this dream and I can't leave this bed. Risk forgetting all that's been.

Oh I am what I am. I do what I want, but I can't hide. And I won't go. I won't sleep. I can't breathe. Until you're resting here with me.

And I won't leave. I can't hide. I cannot be.

Until you're resting here with me.


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