The piano in the living room
Your fingers play it perfectly.
Our love lingers in bedroom sheets,
Naked sunlight, dancing dreams.
Footsteps downstairs, tea cups filled of conversation.
Inseparable and breaking
Impossible to breathe
without these pictures
But when you come back, our world is real again.
I become real again.
I lived alone,
but your lips captured life
In my soul
Now I understand the definition of alive.
Your fingers play it perfectly.
Our love lingers in bedroom sheets,
Naked sunlight, dancing dreams.
Footsteps downstairs, tea cups filled of conversation.
Inseparable and breaking
Impossible to breathe
without these pictures
But when you come back, our world is real again.
I become real again.
I lived alone,
but your lips captured life
In my soul
Now I understand the definition of alive.
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