how long, oh darling
Is sleeping, in the next room
If only, a truce, is called
Fall lightly, tread careful away from war
Oh darling, I say to me
Your peace, has infected me
If only, you're lifting, up through me
I'm different, than what was, me
so, take, the air from me, and do what is best for you
So take peace my, enemies, and rip me, out of, you
And now, it's pulling, on me
My gaze, crosses your eyes
It wouldn't be just of me to, say your fine but I
Lack the right words, at this time
My hands they are, missing in action but I, don't need them to, touch you
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