Hotel rooms seldom offer much
To rest the weary soul
A bed, a shower, a telly screen
But that won't fill the hole
A wholly empty, aching gap
That craves for your touch still
A need that festers into hurt
As I take my sleeping pill
The air con hisses, shower drips
The bed groans as I turn
I close my eyes and try to sleep
But still for you I yearn.
To rest the weary soul
A bed, a shower, a telly screen
But that won't fill the hole
A wholly empty, aching gap
That craves for your touch still
A need that festers into hurt
As I take my sleeping pill
The air con hisses, shower drips
The bed groans as I turn
I close my eyes and try to sleep
But still for you I yearn.
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