Saw everything I needed to see,
or what you wanted to show me
and I never minded one bit.
I still get caught when I stumble
and yawn against my sheets
knowing I'm content with whats put out
in front of me
and what the inevitable the morning shares with me.
As you walk towards the door,
feel something,
thats all I ask.
Good or bad,
feel something.
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