To Dwell - InkSpot.Com
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No longer do you love me and this I know too well; I sleep alone every night by myself I'm left to dwell. I dwell about the past when you and I were we; when our love was oh, so strong, back where I long to be. You used to hold my hand in yours; your skin felt good on mine; thinking back to your sweet touch sends shivers down my spine. Snugly embraced in your strong arms nothing else can quite compare; whispering softly into my ear; running your fingers through my hair. Do these memories ever cross your mind or are they obsolete? I need you in my life again for your love makes me complete. |