Someone Sometime Must've hurt him Real bad He never Said how Or even spoke Her name But at night He would wrap Himself around me Tangle his fingers In my hair And hold on Now and then I would try To go smoke Without waking him First I Would untangle My hair From his grasp Then came his leg That was the hard part Once unwrapped I would slowly Roll Hoping not To make the bed creak But it never failed He would awaken And ask Where was I going Then He would sit there Waiting Watching every move I made Until I came back To bedBirth sign: Aquarius
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