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Beside
I’ve been sitting alone
Stared at my phone
Picturing you
The lonely days
The darkness stays
No sun the whole day through
Craziness replaces all the logic I once used
Dreaming of better days to stay amused
Eventually I come to grips, the feelings I can’t hide
I know I will never be right, not until I am again beside
Cried just trying to remember
The sweet kiss from late December
Still feels fresh upon my lips
Close my tear stained eyes
Inside no one hears the cries
Oh! To feel your pretty fingertips
Come home babe, feel alive and awake
How much more can either one of us take?
It has worn us down, our nerves rattled and fried
Honey, I know we will never be right, not until we are beside
Beside each other, feeling each other’s breathes
A love to be shared long beyond our deaths
Connected so strong, an inexplicable feeling inside
That never seems to be right, until I’m finally beside
You
Tim Windisch
01/14/2022
By Tim WindischBeside
I’ve been sitting alone
Stared at my phone
Picturing you
The lonely days
The darkness stays
No sun the whole day through
Craziness replaces all the logic I once used
Dreaming of better days to stay amused
Eventually I come to grips, the feelings I can’t hide
I know I will never be right, not until I am again beside
Cried just trying to remember
The sweet kiss from late December
Still feels fresh upon my lips
Close my tear stained eyes
Inside no one hears the cries
Oh! To feel your pretty fingertips
Come home babe, feel alive and awake
How much more can either one of us take?
It has worn us down, our nerves rattled and fried
Honey, I know we will never be right, not until we are beside
Beside each other, feeling each other’s breathes
A love to be shared long beyond our deaths
Connected so strong, an inexplicable feeling inside
That never seems to be right, until I’m finally beside
You
Tim Windisch
01/14/2022