Sunday Night

by Phoebe   Nov 6, 2006


It always feels like our last few minutes,
And we're just trying to build up our strength,
For the long night ahead that awaits us,
And your voice is surrounding my head.

You sing the same songs to me over, and over,
And its the most relaxing thing you could do,
I clutch my pillow and listen,
I feel totally safe when I'm with you.

When you leave, its so alone, so empty,
And I miss you more than any words could say,
I know that I will now have to wait,
My love for you grows each day.

I think of you, until I drift to my sleep,
I cant help it, do you think of me too?
I dream of you, and mutter your name in my sleep,
And I just thought I should tell you,
I love those Sunday nights with you..

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