Empty Ceiling
I close my eyes
and your there
looking into mine
with a soft sweet stare
I feel your lips
and the breaths we share
soft skin on mine
beautiful and fair
and as i snuggle into
your soft curly hair
i feel could fall into
you without a care
You speak to me
words reality does not dare
soft words and sounds
true love as it were
but dream worlds do not
cannot pull me deeper there
reality is what i lead
and there love is not to share
I long for the touch
of a love so rare
but then eyes open
i realise and come aware
my empty ceiling
Isnt you and doesnt care
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