You make it so easy
Falling back to you
There is no game
A cushion’s the same.
Welcoming every change
With a softness that stays the same.
Why don’t you fight it?
This urge to merge
It’s not right,
It’s not done.
What cannot be is not fun.
Yet the coziness will not leave
Into your arms, I do me weave.
I know not what tomorrow will seem
But for today I sigh in this dream.
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