Something makes me think it couldn't be real.
She's beside me, her sad eyes--mirrors that I watch myself alive inside, she smiles and exhales the candle wax and ecstasy giggles we wrap our arms around each other and every inch of her soft cold skin is perfectly placed.
We talk for hours--substituting words for kissses that last for centuries. Two old souls found in the fire that--
suddenly she spins me-locks me in her arms and we are rolling thru the rain that burns my hair as I look for her eyes to tell me it's ok to cry beside her and she touches my cheek and I taste her breath on my tongue--only left furthur and furthur from the ground she's on top of me now I see her heart beating from miles away as we couldn't be closer and everything about her-
falling back down to sheets and warm reality to watch her--the silence in the room that never will never quit spinning even after she drives away and I fall asleep staring at the ceiling fan once again...
She's beside me, her sad eyes--mirrors that I watch myself alive inside, she smiles and exhales the candle wax and ecstasy giggles we wrap our arms around each other and every inch of her soft cold skin is perfectly placed.
We talk for hours--substituting words for kissses that last for centuries. Two old souls found in the fire that--
suddenly she spins me-locks me in her arms and we are rolling thru the rain that burns my hair as I look for her eyes to tell me it's ok to cry beside her and she touches my cheek and I taste her breath on my tongue--only left furthur and furthur from the ground she's on top of me now I see her heart beating from miles away as we couldn't be closer and everything about her-
falling back down to sheets and warm reality to watch her--the silence in the room that never will never quit spinning even after she drives away and I fall asleep staring at the ceiling fan once again...
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Cursed spelling mistake that you don't see until much much too late.
[Edited on Sep 16, 2003]