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You lay in the room next to mine,
your eyes are closed I'm sure,
Or maybe your eyes are open,
you're horizontal without a stir.

I lay in the room next to yours,
I'm thinking, wide awake,
Wishing I had taken the opportunity,
Opportunities I never take.

I tempt you with my words,
I'm hoping you will stay,
You come and find me on the floor,
I see now it's the only way.

The blankets tangle,
Our bodies rustle beneath,
If we ever were to get caught,
we could never conquer the grief.

So for now it is a secret,
locked behind closed doors,
the only way to take you now,
is to keep you coming for more.

-A