Tuesday, October 20, 2009

This skin

Your moisture dropped sweet, sweet drops upon my lips

and ooh, I couldn’t help it, something in my heart dipped.

And it wasn’t the lips or the taste or the hands around my face,

It was this skin, this moisture, this skin we were in.

and ooh, I’ve wanted closure for so long, it seemed so wrong that we didn’t belong

but now that I’ve been alone

it seems I’ve known

Nothing mattered except when you were gone

And it was that moisture, the moisture of our skin

It was this skin, this moisture, that skin I’m no longer in.

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