Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Memories of you.

Rolling through the blankets of insomnia's time
I can't help but think back to the days
Where the first blank nights were mine.

And then there was you
Fulfilled and by your side,
spooned up and curled inside
Softly whispering, your hand on my belly
You made it all disappear,
You made it all fade away.

I might have had lovers since
And they made me sleep as lovers do
But those crazy nights
I fell in love with you
Are burned on my memory
Like true lovers do.

You know who you are
the one with the velvet wings
who could carry me all night long
through the land where all was dream.

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