Sleeping Alone.

I wonder if he remembers the features,
The way I looked underneath his sheets.
Can he trace the flaws on my flesh with his fingers,
Does he recall the color in my eyes?
Sometimes I envy the girl on the corner,
Does she even have a soul? Men cannot hurt her;
She's aware they are just there to tear,
Share.
Life's not fair.
Please, just kiss my pink lips,
It's the way you moved your hips,
I wonder if he recalls the curves in my waist-
The caress of my bare thighs.
I want to be underneath the sheets tonight.
This is a script, and I'm walking right in.
Fairy tales aren't real, I know.
But I'm still walking right in.

It's been dark for so many hours, now.
When will I be able to walk right in?