This is NOT my own; found poetry you might say. Found where? Elsewhere.
{She is very good; I think.}

"I found you sleeping on the tip of my tongue
So I took you in, what else could I have done?
I found you staring at the lace of my shirt,
and I thought to myself;
"If only I had been wearing a skirt."
I can still taste you on the tip of my tongue,
while restless souls burry their goals,
I dream of togetherness and sing myself a song."