
I doubt the appeal's strictly physical
I surrender to sleep
It took a bit of playing
I know someone who might be familiar
With the touch
Social sinner and slave or vice versa
Hope and determination emanated from...
...A kiss? Is that it?
Please don't pull me into this
I was reluctant
You laugh...a good warm sound
Soon replaced by silence
Made cold by unspoken words
After you left - I set about
Pulling myself together with meager success
My hands were unsteady and my head buzzed
The last thing I needed was to be left alone
With my helplessness and anguish
I searched for absolution through activity
I laid my head down
I surrendered to sleep
About the Creator
Tyla Gray
I sing from my heart and soul and write just about anything and everything my mind will allow.




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