Tears falling onto my pillow
As I picture you there, lying next to me.
Memories of you
Like a moving photograph
Keep dancing through my head.
I could reach out to feel the warmth you had for me.
Dying embers.
All that's left.
Dying embers that will grow cold in time,
even if my heart still warms for you.
I don't want to forget what it feels like
Having your lips pressed against mine.
Feeling your breath on my neck,
Resting your cheek on my own.
And who will be there to wipe the tears from my eyes?
Will you hold me even if you won't keep me?
Just to clasp you tightly to me,
To have ever held you was a gift on it's own.
















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Guess who likes cheese?????
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Guess who likes cheese?????
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