Here I come…

Ready or not…


As you rolled me around

your soft skin on mine

warmth in your cuddle

the way our heartbeats rhyme


I never removed the blinds

never thought of another

life that was mine

and I saw it through a shutter


We played well, we played fine

and I’ve stayed the way

like a sacred shrine

unknown to when you went away


But could hear your voice calling

thinking the game was still on

searching, hurting and falling

wondering what’s taking this long


Ohhh…will it always be mine?

Why cant it be your turn?

Your turn and you wear the blinds

and for a change I run.

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