sleepyskin's Diaryland Diary

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under your rough hands

In your bed I dream so sweet,
when I wake I always know
there is a God.
all the places I travel through the night,
all the people I meet, you are there
when I wake.
and sometimes I just want to roll over and cry to you,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
until you cry, too.
the pictures you takes as I sleep,
the moments before I realise,
are like little pieces of promise, like little
words unspoken, like
the way my skin feels under your rough hands.

11:46 AM - November 18, 2002

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