His name is spoken through the tone of my voice
every time you mention his name
eyes like chocolate skin like cinnamon
the softest touch by the stroke of your hand wishing to be next to you
screaming out your name in the middle of the night
as if you were outside as I'm dreaming of that special night
wanting to see your face and take away the anger and pain
as you would do for me
we are basically the same I'm praying to god and may he have mercy on me and let you be
