Losing My Charm

Weaving, my thoughts drift away

Comes morning light, another day

Straight forward view of you remains

Scenes of still-life, a passing frame

My fingertips upon your arms

Pulling away, losing my charm

Woken up here

Where we once were

Not self aware, seems now a blur

My fingertips upon your arms

Pulling away, losing my charm

Woken up here

Where we once were

Not self aware, seems now a blur