...
Lost in my bed
In my sheets
Under them within them
Lost in my head
In my sheets
Without her, missing her
Lost
Lost
I don't know when to say yes
When to say no
When to say I love you
When to let her go
Should I answer every question
With a smile hiding glow
Should I fly across the globe
To show her that I know
Or should I lay here on this pillow
With a lost frustration
Wondering why I even swallow
This confusing conversation
What will be learned
Or found
Who will be told
Of the sounds
Tonight
Tonight
I don't like to fight see
And neither does she
So we tip toe around
The first round
Waiting for the bell
That'll send her away
For to find her way
Back
Back
Her back towards me
A beautiful silhouette
I will never forget
No matter how the story ends
Or re-begins
This is the origin
Of magical
The fantastical
A month long sobatical
To find true
Love
Love
Don't let it pass by
I'll be waiting Patiently
Eyes on the sky
Pensively searching
Dove
Dove
Bring her home.
Self Portrait by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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