WarmthMature

I don't need you to kiss me,

I don't need your tearful eyes,

I don't need you to stroke my hair,

or sing me lullabies.

 

I don't need you to die for me,

or give me a golden ring,

or swear your faithfulness to me, 

you know the kind of thing.

 

I just want you to hold me,

to protect me from my sorrow,

just keep me warm, keep me from harm,

until I die tomorrow.

The End

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