Your skin, it warms and feels so good,
The thousand times I touched and felt,
All your love, the hands that held,
Comfort, hope and dreams that stood,
Not thinking what horrid truth there dwelled.
Your skin was cold when you softly spoke,
Those words that never left my mind,
They were not pleasant, not too kind,
They tore and burned and finally broke,
My heart that all the time was blind.
Your skin, so sweaty when we met,
And all the times our bodies shared,
The passion, warmth, your eyes that glared,
The heaven that we called our bed,
I wish my feelings would be spared.
Your skin is gone, I don't know why,
I only know I let you go,
I didn't want it, I could not know,
I guess we were a few rounds shy,
Of luck and love and shared future so.
Your skin, it's missing in this place,
I hope he deserves you more than I,
If only I could just drive by,
Look into your angel face,
And say, '' I'm sorry.'' But I just cry.
Your skin, it warmed and felt so good,
The hope I have it grows so thin,
I know I must get up, begin,
New life, new hope, new love that would,
Touch my heart, and warm my skin.