Peace And Solace

"Sleep next to you soon."

It's a comfort I never imagined. A love I never thought. Her arms around me. Solace, if not peace. Peace, if not solace. We are gypsy souls. She won't be mine. I won't be hers. Still... We hold on and hope. Not for each other. For something. In the meantime, we wait for the day we fall asleep in each other's arms. Solace and peace. Peace and solace. If only we'd known before. And yet... There was no way we could. This time, in it's way, is our time.

 As sucky as it is, it is beautful. When her arms are around me. And I awake to find hope.

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