Museum of my room

 [Verse]

Welcome,
To the museum of my room.
You cannot touch a thing,
Just look from the corner gloom.
Nothing here is for sale,
It’s impossible to price
What is preserved within this tale.

[Chorus]
Here, you’ll see displayed,
Everything that she once touched,
Every place where she had been,
Every spot where she kissed me so much.
Here, the air is kept untouched,
The air my love once breathed.

[Verse]
This is my chair,
Where she often sat down.
There she rested,
Crossed her legs, and with her gaze
Stirred my desire, no sound.
Sitting there, my friends,
She spoke to me both much and few,
As I held her close, embracing all we knew.

[Chorus]
Look at this glass,
Where her lips once sipped.
It must not be cleaned,
There might still be
A trace of where her lips had kissed.

[Verse]
This is the bed,
Narrow,
Perfect
For keeping us close in its embrace.
Here she gave herself,
This bed, my friends,
Though it looks so small
(And by physics it truly is),
Was for us immense, after all.
This bed holds her scent,
Its sheets wrapped her form,
Its pillows held her up
As she gave me her love, so warm.

[Chorus]
And this is me,
The last piece in this display,
Trapped in the days
When I still had her with me,
In that time so happy,
A place from which I’ll never be free.

[Instrumental]

[Verse]
This is the bed,
Narrow,
Perfect
For keeping us close in its embrace.
Here she gave herself,
This bed, my friends,
Though it looks so small
(And by physics it truly is),
Was for us immense, after all.
This bed holds her scent,
Its sheets wrapped her form,
Its pillows held her up
As she gave me her love, so warm.

[Chorus]
And this is me,
The last piece in this display,
Trapped in the days
When I still had her with me,
In that time so happy,
A place from which I’ll never be free.