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Sometimes I catch myself slipping
And dreaming of your lips
Sometimes I catch myself falling
For some magic that I've missed
I could lose myself in you
And be glad to not be found
With your hair between my fingers
Your breath, my favorite sound
Sometimes I catch myself dreaming
Of a time, some years away
And hoping with all my heart
That when it comes, I'll be okay
My heart, though it sometimes fails me
Beats your name out, every letter
And I hope some days that you'll have it
Because it would serve you better
Sometimes I catch myself wishing
That time was not so steady
For if it were more fluid
My love would be more ready
For now, you speak of others
And I promise that that's okay
But I wish I could be a lover
To wash the others all away
Sometimes I catch myself tumbling
Into a place I cannot tell
Sometimes I catch myself hoping
That you feel this way as well
And dreaming of your lips
Sometimes I catch myself falling
For some magic that I've missed
I could lose myself in you
And be glad to not be found
With your hair between my fingers
Your breath, my favorite sound
Sometimes I catch myself dreaming
Of a time, some years away
And hoping with all my heart
That when it comes, I'll be okay
My heart, though it sometimes fails me
Beats your name out, every letter
And I hope some days that you'll have it
Because it would serve you better
Sometimes I catch myself wishing
That time was not so steady
For if it were more fluid
My love would be more ready
For now, you speak of others
And I promise that that's okay
But I wish I could be a lover
To wash the others all away
Sometimes I catch myself tumbling
Into a place I cannot tell
Sometimes I catch myself hoping
That you feel this way as well
Most times.
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For some reason, I couldn't remember if I had read this. It's beautiful, deep, and lovely. Full of emotion, and written as beautifully as your work usually is. And, as I see that I've already commented, I stick with my original comment. Curious of the muse, but the words are perfect as always.