Little Bits
There's little bits of you Everywhere I go I still smell your scent On my hands, on my skin Through the stench of my nail polish Bloodred - you said you love it My bed is a mess From where you've slept It annoys me at night The way you breath against my neck But I love it in the morning To find your arm about my waist And the blankets tangled about my legs Joined with yours A kiss stolen at night With tiny thoughts of love To be returned in the morning After dreams have drifted And faded with the coming sun And those thoughts of love Grow with each passing hour When the sun reflects in you eyes Letting me know it's all real Written April 1st, 2002 © on Apr 01 2002 11:28 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"There's little bits of you..."