Loving you was losing me.
Each day,a small surrender,
a glance turned away,
a voice softened to please.
I traced your edges
until mine disappeared,
forgot the sound
of my own name
spoken with meaning.
......
Loving you was losing me.
Each day,a small surrender,
a glance turned away,
a voice softened to please.
I traced your edges
until mine disappeared,
forgot the sound
of my own name
spoken with meaning.
......