Please just let me take your picture...

please, please, please..



You slept with a smile on your face and woke up with nothing left.
What I am doing here?
Oh damn.
You whisper my name but really it doesn’t feel the same.
Oh damn.
I would love to leave this place but I will miss you like hell.
Oh damn.
And so I stay and wait.

You ask me what I need.
I answer something you can not give me anymore.
You ask why I’m still here.
Here, where?
In this bed.
I always come back here to find what I have left.

Give it back to me please. You know what I'm talking about.


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