Since I've already written so many.
When you turn off the lights, does it help you see my soul.
Is it flittering, flickering, and flourishing amongst the dark scenic backgrounds?
Or is it flittering, flying, and filling the room with a soft misty aura.
The dark room, matching the color of dark black coal.
The feel of your shirt, with its grated rough texture, but that's how I know it's you.
The click of the lamp proceeded by dragged footsteps making it clear you're tired too.
Just lay down and sleep.
And as you snore I'll crave more as I adore and yearn for you.
And as you turn ill picture your face in my head, ruffling your hair gently in i