I don't want my own things any more the other half to make me whole, I want to curl up in your soul. My things just aren't enough Can't fill the void with plain old stuff your breath on my skin shakes the cold and brings me in warms my heart and lets me go inot that quiet place I know things alone, will slowly pale things alone, are so often frail I want to give up parts of me hide in you and leave them be when things aren't going right I want your hands to hold me tight on days when mono just isn't bi I kiss your lips and touch the sky Sometimes two souls can seem to touch on days like that I love you very much when my things get so old I want to curl up in your soul
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