When clothes remain neat
And hands stop searching.
When tangles legs unwind
And twisted sheets lie smooth.
When tongues no longer taste skin
And frantic lips search for naught.
What remains?
A pile of lies
Those ruined nights
And my shattered heart
And hands stop searching.
When tangles legs unwind
And twisted sheets lie smooth.
When tongues no longer taste skin
And frantic lips search for naught.
What remains?
A pile of lies
Those ruined nights
And my shattered heart
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