Mmm...

I held you like a lover...
Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place.
And we ignored our others' happy plans for that DELICATE LOOK UPON YOUR FACE.
Our bodies moved and hardened hurting parts of your garden with no room for a pardon.
In a place where no one knows what we have done...

Will you come together ever with him (when you find him)?
Will he be dark enough... enough to see your light?
Will you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Will you miss my smell?
Will he be bold enough to take you on?
Will you feel like you belong?
Will he drive you wild? Or just mildly free? :/
WHAT ABOUT ME???

You held me like a lover...
Sweaty hands and my foot in the appropriate place.
We used cushions to cover happy glands and the mild issue of our disgrace.
Our minds pressed and guarded while our flesh disregarded...
Disregarded the lack of space for the light-hearted in the boom that beats our drum.

And I know I make you cry...
I know sometimes you wanna die...
But DO YOU REALLY FEEL ALIVE WITHOUT ME?
If you do... be free...
If you don't... leave him (when you find him) for me...
Before one of us has accidental babies...
For we are...

T E
A M O
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C I R O O . . .