Lonely Sheets

The angels
 
Call you
 
Love,
 
And I still
 
Call you
 
Mine.
 
Reaching out
 
Across
 
The bed
 
It's you
 
I hope
 
To find.
 
And every night
 
Here after,
 
When I
 
Reach out
 
For you,
 
You're never
 
By my side.
 
The bullet catches
 
The wind
 
The way
 
You
 
Caught
 
My eye,
 
And I know,
 
I know
 
Inside:
 
I
 
Am not
 
Alright  ̶
 
And I'll
 
Never
 
Be Fine.

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