Clouded breathe fogs my bedroom window
Write your message in reverse
Heavy eye lids never see the sign
As the window returns to clarity
I keep hearing the words
You keep voicing
There is no hand in my hand
Just the idea of it happening
There is no caress at the end of a long day
Just a thought
Your lips are not touching mine
You just think about it
Your words are not good enough
They never were
I need your touch
To know that your real
This time around will be the last
So show me real
Stay outside my bedroom window
Keep your love on hold
The heart you want
Does not have a pulse...
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