Messy Sheets

She’s all around
Creeping up on you without a sound
She’s all around
And I wonder what’s abound

She never says a name
Is it real or just a flame
She never screams a name
Enjoy it not try to constrain

She’s been away
Seeping in to try to sway
She’s been away
And you are on the fray

Wonder why she likes to roam
She remembers what it’s like to moan
Thought she found a home
Thoughts she can’t disown

She knows defeat
In a bed, contempt with messy sheets
She remembers elite
Corner eyes to confide it’s discreet


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