September
he's lying right beside me
his breath is on my skin
his feet are tangled up with mine
he is where i begin
he's laced his fingers through my hair
his hands filled up with gold
he's brushed his lips across my cheek
his hand in mine i hold
he's inches from me sleeping
i'm awake in dark of night
a war is raging in my head
i've already lost the fight
he's lying right beside me
his body close as skin
his arms encircled round my waist
his touch warms me within
he's wound himself around me now
he's sighs and holds me near
he melds with me our bodies one
he's the only thing thats clear
i hold the moment to my chest
to slow time a little more
but in my head it is september
and he's taken my heart to war
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