The bed is cold
The sheets still have your scent
Ive been hunting under the covers
Searching for you

Ive been eating cake for days
The sprinkles add the final touch
Perfect and yummy
Delicious to my taste buds

The air is cold
But the heart is warm
My blue eyes are opening
Ive never let someone in so far

Cupid must have pricked my tushie
Must have flown on by
Because now all I see is pinks and reds
On this day



© 2001 David Greg Harth
01.02.14.01:19:12 @ 1515 NYC
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