AT NINE

by Brix Ambray   Sep 3, 2010


Its nine o'clock
Its my time to sleep
Feels like I'm restless
Feels like I'm dying
I will not let tomorrow come
Without saying I love you
Let our hearts beat as one
And our soul intertwine
Love so close from divine
I know love will find a way
Hope you're thinking of me
Once again tomorrow
I'll be thinking of you
At the same time
Promise at all times.

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